The Dragon King's Unwanted Engineer Queen

Chapter 7

Word Count: 670 | Released on: 20/09/2026

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ver the main enchanting anvil, carefully al

e buried in my workbench drawer began to

ra's favorite stuffed drake years ago, a mother's hi

the glass. Through the heavy static of distance, a

Are yo

nst my ribs. My breat

is border today," Elara's voice hitched with a quiet

on't love us anymore. But I miss you. I'm sorry

al instinct in my body screamed at me to flood the crystal with mana, to project

raction of an inch abo

Kaelen's royal cavalry was mobilized at the Arcanis border, his s

mily; he would come with his draconic guard to dra

ensure I never threatened his pristine hierarchy again. A

ered to the empty room, tears spilling

forcefully severed the connection. The crystal sputtered an

, and gripped my engraving burin once more. My hands were hard as tempered iron

Drako

f dust as we touched down at the northern garrison, righ

fted Elara down from the saddle. My daughter had been uncharacteristically quiet a

crying until the elders suggested the high-altit

Sire," Lyra murmured, smoothing Elara'

ing the distant, smog-covered spires of Arcanis. The sensory mages repo

she was hiding in some cheap, obscure provincial town,

a high-magic nexus like Arcanis. She simply did not have the inte

spires of the city, completely oblivious to the empire being built just miles away. "We lea

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Spilled Mercury Fantasy

“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.”