Bound By Fire: The Dragon Prince's Obsession

Chapter 4

Word Count: 660 | Released on: 26/08/2026

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ng man on the floor, her voice like i

, looked from her to me, his ey

on. I wanted to see exactly what the infa

? Lost your nerve? Or did the Faulkners' mone

ing at both Rick and Cammie.

authority and Seraphina's direct as

alk! I'll tell you everything! It was Miss Faulkner's personal maid, Fenna! She gave me a hundr

or a street thug, that wa

pecific sum, Cammie knew it was over. She c

vient. "Your Highness, you've heard it all. This was a malicious plot against the

e. She wasn't weeping over her violated honor. She was stat

ut her green eyes were like superheated emeralds, bright and sharp. She

t because of the Fated Flame. It was a resp

again, was now a dull ache instead of a

y cold gaze on Cammie Faulkner. "Miss

her head, wee

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thing only the two

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nishment for harming a main branch me

r in her eyes was now deeper than

ghness, this is a matter of my family's honor.

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ire to get further entangled in the i

he single word echoi

d Seraphina's lips. She turned

to see what the "useless" noblewoman

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Bound By Fire: The Dragon Prince's Obsession

Ellene Millstein Fantasy

“The first thing I felt upon waking was a fire burning inside me, yet all around me was nothing but frozen ice. I was Seraphina Carlisle, the most "useless" granddaughter of a Dragon Lord. Once swept away by fate to a higher plane, I had survived among interstellar empires and cosmic arcana, training to become a skilled interstellar medic and void operative. Now, inexplicably yanked back to my homeland, I was forced to once again play the part of the pitiful noble lady everyone trampled on. My cousin Cammie, all sweet smiles and hidden venom, had dosed me with a blood‑boiling aphrodisiac; she even paid a street thug to destroy me in the dark. Soon, she would lead a torch‑bearing crowd of high society into this cave, point at my torn clothes, and weep false tears, meaning to brand me a whore, steal my betrothed, and have me exiled to the deadly northern mines for life. But I was no longer the old Seraphina who could only swallow her humiliation in silence, not after the advanced civilizations and brutal training I had endured. What Cammie didn't know was that I had already beaten her thug half to death. And the man whose lap I now sat on, the one I had just used as my "antidote" to survive the poison's burn, was no vagrant. He was Aldric Beaumont, the dreaded Prince Regent. I steadied my breath, calmly straightened my dress, and prepared to wield his absolute power to make her pay back everything, with interest.”