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His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen

Chapter 9 

Word Count: 1027    |    Released on: 08/09/2026

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g us back into the warm, quiet heart

own a second head. Silas, on the other hand, had spent the entire carriage ride vibrating with pure adrenal

g low. "Miss Kensington. Master Leland is waiting for you in th

rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. "Go up to our room, wash y

ently, dragging his heavy canvas

domed conservatory at the

oon-lilies that glowed with a faint, pulsing violet light. He held a cup of

he looked up, a small, wea

the empty chair across from him. "How w

ilk of my dress. "The lot was sold. Damien C

d frustration. "Of course he did. My nephew has never known the meaning of restraint whe

fted slightly.

rols the ancestral seat and the primary treasury, while I manage the academic and cultural holdings. He does not know I have re

eph

That explained why he was hunting for the exact same cure, why the family vaults w

nt. I can balance the necrotic purge using a cold-distilled extract of frost-moss and silver-d

lief and a growing, deep respect. "You can bypass t

uninterrupted for for

met with the Dean of Stellaria's preparatory academy this afternoon. Silas's enrollment is finalized. He begins his formal magica

ived in my chest since my pare

al shield that Raymond Price could not touch, b

," I said, my voic

ng into this estate, I offered

s were warm. "It is the least I could do for your mother's children. Now, go re

, and walked out o

along the stone walls. As I passed the arched entrance to the secondary si

avy velvet portiere. "A street girl, parading around The Empyrean Vault! Beatrice he

nered her outside. She probably had to beg on her knees for Damien's guards to intervene. A nobody with an illegitimate child, thi

s harboring beggars," Marianne snapped. "One word from the Commander,

e corridor, listening to the

in. I didn't draw my wand, and

anted to throw into the gutter. When the time came, the look on their faces would be absolutely priceless. Unt

ed up the wide stone s

spilling across the linen pillow. On the nightstand sat an open copy of A Cent

nket up to his chin, and brushed a

ed to the quiet room,

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His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen
His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen
“After my parents died, my pureblood uncle threw a pouch of ten thousand gold coins onto his mahogany desk. He demanded I take my seven-year-old brother, drop out of the magic academy, and cross into the mortal slums forever. "Consider your connection to this house severed." He sneered, warning me never to tell a living soul we carried the Price blood. My cousin Isla smiled her fake, angelic smile while my uncle mocked that we would starve on our empty pride. We were thrown out, forced to hide in a damp, rat-infested attic in the lower districts. Even Damien Carlisle, the supreme pureblood commander of the magic council, looked at me through the rain with arrogant, dismissive pity. To him, I was just a pathetic, broke teenage mother dragging an illegitimate child through the mud. They all thought I was a helpless stray, a nobody they could easily crush with their endless wealth and elite status. They had no idea that I was "Silent," the ruthless, undefeated duelist of the underground rings. And they certainly didn't know I was the legendary "Saint Hand"-the exact master alchemist that Commander Carlisle was currently tearing the city apart to find to save his dying grandmother. I shoved the pouch of blood money back across the desk, took my little brother's hand, and walked out of the manor without looking back. If the high purebloods wanted to play games with our lives, I would gladly bankrupt them all.”