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Rising From Exile: The Dragonless Queen

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 700    |    Released on: Today at 15:38

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choed from the retreating carriage, a pathetic, de

ar a blood oath to the Dragon Gods right now! Swear that the Carlisles have no inte

rified of divine retribution. Darby wouldn't dare swear such an oath. Her silence was a damnin

e. Gideon turned on his heel and walked toward the command tent wit

tain of the guards, a thick, barrel-chested man with gr

uldn't clearly see my hands. I slipped one of Darby's stolen gold hairpins

e, a slow, calculating smirk spreading across his face. "You're a bold one, convict. The cr

you allow it, I have two fat chickens left in the estate's coop. It would be a shame to leave the

fresh meat. He looked at my dirt-caked face and nodded slowly. "Make it quick, girl. And it

em. I built a fire in the courtyard's ruined kitchen. Using a rich blend of spices I had hoarded in my spatial storage-black pep

s soon had the guards salivating. They gathered around the fi

to Dexter and his men, the captain took one

s beard, his eyes wide with surprise. "You cook bette

lowered. "If you treat my family fairly, I can ensure your men eat like th

n bowl clean, licking the last drops of spiced broth from the

ing chicken stew and thick broth into a large wooden bowl. I ap

nts? I've never truly met them, and I wish to show s

sive hand, picking his teeth with a splinter of wood. "Go on. But be quick about

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Rising From Exile: The Dragonless Queen
Rising From Exile: The Dragonless Queen
“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.”