The Dragon King's Unwanted Engineer Queen

Chapter 2

Word Count: 679 | Released on: 20/09/2026

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my bedchamber and stood frozen

the drafts of this mountain fortr

dress-a Dragonless Queen, kept only as a political

of my bureau. Inside lay a worn leathe

nius, foolishly believing that a lifetime of domestic dev

oices of two chambermaids drif

pale when she returned," t

agonless have no warmth in their blood. Lady Lyra is the one who t

ed over to the scrying water mirror mounted on the stone wa

clarity. It was the private Sky Pavillion at the roost's highest p

son gown glowing. Elara sat between them on a raised cushion. Before them la

der piece and placed it onto Ela

o toast sweet mallows with flame sparks t

need to learn to use the right n

standing, and she still could

gure everything out when she grows

ached over, gently dabbing a spe

He touched his glass to Lyra's. Their aura lines i

family. Whole. Co

link. The image die

alchemical hearth for three days straight, burning my hands to the bone to sy

n God. When the fever finally broke, Kaelen had kissed Lyra's pristine hands, p

y hand to prevent scale-chafing, and swallowing my pride to smile at his arrogant court. All of it,

fying calm settl

led out a single sheet of dragon-parchment

rmal Declarati

ving party stood as an irrevocable renunciation of status and protection. W

the seal of the Dragon Queen us

lia

a plain manila envelope, and looked out over

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“I am the Dragonless Queen, married to the Dragon King for five years, trying to warm his icy heart. But on my twenty-fifth birthday, he canceled our private dinner to spend it with my half-sister, Lyra. Through the cracked door, I watched him smile at Lyra with a warmth he never gave me, praising her sacred dragonfire. "Auntie Lyra is amazing!" my four-year-old daughter squealed. "Mom never knows how to make these!" My husband didn't even look up when I finally entered, coldly telling me not to make an issue out of a quiet family evening. Looking at the three of them framed by the hearth-the formidable king, the holy maiden of flame, and the adoring royal daughter-they formed a picture of unassailable perfection. I was just a cold-blooded intruder in my own home, a decorative fixture tolerated only for political peace. Five years of silent endurance evaporated into a freezing void. Why did I bury my true self, believing devotion could fill the empty spaces? Why did I let them treat me like a shameful defect? I didn't scream or cry. I calmly drafted a formal Declaration of Severance, left it on his desk, and walked out of the palace forever. My husband assumed I was just throwing a domestic tantrum and would come crawling back once my coin ran out. He had no idea that his useless, Dragonless wife was actually the shadowy founder of Aether Forge-the premier military syndicate his entire empire desperately relied on to survive. Keep your throne, Kaelen. I am taking back my life.”