Bound By Fire: The Dragon Prince's Obsession

Chapter 5

Word Count: 707 | Released on: 26/08/2026

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girl I used to be," I said coldly. "She though

heir mouths to object, but one look at the

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pain tore fr

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r. "According to the Carlisle family code, Chapter Seventeen, Article Three: what is the puni

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n. She didn't want to be exiled.

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like she was a pathetic insect. To do

watching the entire spectacle like a

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olitics, and it wasn't the right time. A whipping was enou

t the word "whipping,"

my decision. After a few secon

ad cleared my name, established my dominance, and most

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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.”