Rising From Ashes: The Dragonless Wife's Revenge

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st a small tea party for the wives of several vassal lords. I sat in the master chair, sipping hot

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n with her chin held high, wearing a thick layer of white powder

ately swept her arm across it. My porcelain teacup flew off the edge and sh

ve such swill to our guests?" Addisyn sneer

ir mouths, exchanging awkward glances. None of them d

the rug, I stared directly at the hem of her skirt, whe

up from my chair. "What kind

flare out. "My brother brought this back from the royal capital just for me!

ard her. Faced with my icy stare, she

t name," I said, enunciating every word c

veral noblewomen paled and pulled their chairs b

line rank. Only pure-blood royals with Dragon-God blo

family who wears golden dragonfire thread without the King's d

, replaced by sheer terror. Even an idiot k

stammered, her voice shakin

forgiven," I snapped sharply. "But you paraded this forbidden pattern in front of vassal w

tain of the guard standing by

us garment off her r

second, but under my piercing gaze

hrieked, scrambling backward, but the cap

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eaving Addisyn standing in the middle of the

ot tears spilled down her powdered cheeks. The vassal wives t

e my brother divorce you today!" Addi

"Until then, butler, cut off the young lady's monthly gold allowance compl

tler wiped cold sweat from his for

e in high society. Sobbing hysterically, Addisyn covered

e roaring fireplace. As the gold threads crackled and burned into bl

has gone cold-let me have th

newfound fear. Leaving them to their tea, I walked out the front gates and cli