Chapter 156
They did not rise. But they watched. I stepped forward, crownless, cloaked, and radiant with stardust and fury.
“Elowen Skye Thorne,” Seraphina said, her voice soft as snowfall. “Goddess touched. Divine marked. Wolf of the mortal realms.”
“I didn’t come to play politics,” I said. “I come to tell you the realms are bleeding. The temples are burning. And your people are next.”
The Spire pulsed beneath our feet. The queen’s expression didn’t shift, but something sparked in her eyes.
Thandriel leaned forward, one brow raised. “And you believe we care… why?”
Behind me, Daxon growled. Ashrian cracked his knuckles. Lachlan muttered a curse in Gaelic. Bram just smiled.
“I’m not asking you to care because I’m human,” I said, my voice steady as I stared down the High Crown of the Fae. “I’m telling you to act because I’m one of your own.”
Seraphina’s head tilted. Thandriel narrowed his eyes.
“I am half–fae. Born of your blood, shaped by divine fire. And Raelith will not stop at corrupting temples. She’ll take the ley lines, the courts, the Spire itself. She already has footholds. You’re just too arrogant to see it.”
Thandriel’s jaw clenched. “The balance of realms is not your concern.”
“The fuck it isn’t.”
I stepped forward. “You sit in your floating palace of moonlight while blood runs in the dirt below. Will you sit and watch it drown, too? Will you wait until she knocks at your fucking throne?”
A long, cold pause. Then Seraphina spoke, her lips barely parting. “We will not involve ourselves in mortal panic or half blood prophecies. This council is dismissed.”
Behind me, Daxon’s growl vibrated the glass. Lachlan swore in Gaelic. Ashrian straight up laughed. Bram cracked his knuckles, ready to wreck royalty.
I didn’t get the chance to speak. Because the sky split open. The floor beneath us trembled. The light dimmed.
A scream echoed from the upper balconies, and the entire Spire shook as a massive silver and green dragon soared overhead, the shadow blotting out the moonlight. His roar shattered the glass. Statues cracked. Moonstone walls moaned under the weight of his power.
He circled once, then dove. When he landed on the moonbridge just outside the throne hall, the shockwave sent most of the court scrambling to their knees. The dragon exhaled, smoke curling around his fangs, emerald eyes locked straight on me.
And then, he shifted.
Seven feet of raw muscle and glowing power. Bronze skin, kissed by flame and storm. Emerald hair, braided with shards of scale and metal. Eyes like wildfire in a forest, glowing, furious, and mine. The man, no, the goddamn force of nature, stalked forward, every step a rumble.
When he reached me, he didn’t bow. He didn’t ask. He growled. “Mate.”
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Chapter 156
Everyone froze. I couldn’t breathe. The High Crown sat in stunned silence.
“You are mine, Elowen Skye Thorne, I felt you the second you crossed the realms. You belong to me, and I to you. And no Spire, no fae, no cursed goddess will stop me from claiming what is mine.”
Lyssira purred, “Oh hell yes.”
He turned, slowly and deliberately, to face the High Crown.
“I am Vaclrix Drakenholt, first son and King of the Dragon Court, and warbound commander of the Iron Wing.”
His voice echoed through the Spire like prophecy. “If you do not help my mate…”
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He let the threat hang as his body began to glow with rising heat, cracks of fire spidering across his chest and arms. “…we will burn this skybound kingdom from the clouds down.”
Then he smiled. “And trust me, High King, we brought the whole fucking court.”
The ground rumbled again…deeper and longer.
Outside, horns sounded. And in the distance, across the clouds and floating bridges of the Spire, the first Dragonborn war banners rose like a storm on the horizon.
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