Rising From Exile: The Dragonless Queen

Chapter 3

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on her cheeks. She looked like a fragile, broken doll, a calculated perf

diverted the guards' attention and secured enough stolen jewelry to k

s malice. She wiped her tears and took a step toward me, her voice dripping with fake, syrupy so

y for my chest. It wasn't a bow; it was a violent shove in

odern metropolis. I didn't even blink. I simply pivoted on my h

ith nothing to stop her, she tripped ov

mented hay and drake bile from her mouth. The stench was apocalyptic, a su

n so eagerly!" I yelled, my voice dripping with exaggera

laughter erupted across the yard. These were men who spent their lives taking orders

eyond repair. The smell was so horrific that even her own Carlisle escorts took a ste

near the edge of the courtyard. He was the old groundskeeper of the estate, a ma

ets, I pulled out a small, tightly woven leather pouch. Inside were rare, drought-resistant whe

. "Plant them deep, water them sparingly. They will yield enough to feed your

idening in shock and profound gratitude. "B

cold green eyes were analytical, processing the stark contrast between the girl who had just viol

ou'll pay for this!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with hysterical rage. "The Carlisles will make sure you don't

he had just handed

ily intends to bypass His Majesty's decree and murder us on the road! The Dragon King sentenced us to exile, not death! If we die o

e about our family, but he cared deeply about the absolute authority of the crown. To usurp the King's j

tor, Darby's face drained of color beneath the sludge. Whimpering, she scrambled into her

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“I was reincarnated into a brutal world ruled by dragons as a "Dragonless" outcast, only to finally reunite with my biological noble family. But the very day I was brought home, my family was framed for treason and sentenced to a lethal exile in the frozen north. The fake daughter who stole my life for seventeen years mocked us, abandoning our name to join the enemies who orchestrated our downfall. During the brutal death march, I relied on my secret spatial storage and modern medical knowledge to keep my family alive. I cured my father's rotting whip wounds, protected my brother from sadistic guards, and finally secured a warm meal and a moment of peace for our exhausted camp. We thought we had survived the worst of the royal purge. But just as we let our guard down, my father, brother, and all the men in our bloodline suddenly collapsed, violently choking on black blood and foaming at the mouth. I was completely stunned. The lethal nerve toxin wasn't in the main cooking pot that the women and children ate from. It was slipped directly into the men's individual bowls. The poison didn't come from the cruel guards or the royal inquisitors. It came from someone sitting right beside our own campfire. There is a traitor hiding among my closest family members, and I swear I will drag them out of the shadows.”