All Chapters of Orphaned Queen Goddess: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sebastian’s POVThe entire day has been consumed by preparation, every moment spent ensuring tonight’s celebration is flawless. After the kingdom’s months of uncertainty—questions of survival, whispers of despair over the possibility of Nischola’s death—it feels imperative to give the people a reason to rejoice, to breathe freely again, even if just for a night. Tonight isn’t just about celebration; it’s about hope.The weight of my press release earlier still lingers in my mind. I revealed just enough to the kingdom: the truth about the children being sold, the machinations of a powerful force from another kingdom. But I withheld specifics—names, locations—enough to keep the fire contained, at least for now. My focus is on reassurance, not panic. I made it clear that after a few days of respite, I will personally confront this growing threat. The people needed to know I was not turning a blin

Celine POVI slip past the crowd around them, my focus fixed on Sebastian. But as I draw closer, I stop abruptly. Standing before him is a tall dragon, his gold-plated neckpiece catching the light and marking him as someone of great importance. His posture is commanding, exuding the authority of someone who has held power for decades.The interaction between them pulls me to a halt. The older dragon smiles warmly at Tatsuya, pulling her into a hug. “You were as graceful as ever, darling,” he says, his voice deep and resonant. His affection for her is evident, and the kiss he places on her cheek is gentle, fatherly."Lord Arman," Sebastian nods to him.“Thank you, Dad,” she replies, her tone soft but filled with pride. Her gaze flicks between him and Sebastian before Lord Arman—the name echoes in my mind—turns to face Sebastian.“Can you give me a moment, please?” Lord Arman asks her, his voice kind bu

Sebastian POVThe realization that Celine blocked me hits hard. I hadn’t felt anything from her—not even a trace of her emotions. I assumed she was okay, that she was handling the evening as she said she would. But the absence of her presence through our bond, the quiet where there should be connection, tells me I’ve failed her tonight.Walking through the palace halls, my frustration grows. I’ve sent guards to search discreetly, hoping one might have seen where she went. This was precisely why I wanted to dance with her tonight. I knew asking her to witness me with another would hurt, even if she agreed. She insisted I follow tradition, and I did. But maybe I should have refused, broken the rules entirely, and risked the backlash for her sake.Stepping outside into the cool night air, I scan the gardens. The vast expanse is illuminated by soft golden lanterns, casting a warm glow over the cobblestone paths and lush greenery. The scent of

Sebastian POVI spot Dolton near the refreshments table, his arms crossed as he surveys the room. I land smoothly, folding my wings back, and make my way toward him.“She’s still outside,” I tell him quietly as I approach.Dolton’s eyes narrow. “Still upset?”I nod. “She’s calming herself. I think she’ll be fine, but this evening has hit her harder than I anticipated. She overheard some of the conversations.”“About you and Tatsuya,” Dolton says flatly, not even phrasing it as a question.“Yes,” I admit. “And Lord Arman didn’t help. She also saw... something when Tatsuya touched her. A vision of the past.”Dolton sighs heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. “She’s tough, Sebastian, but she’s new to all of this—new to your past, to this kingdom, and to the role she’s stepping into. This isn’t like de

Celine POV“Well, thank you, but I do belong here,” I say, my voice firm and unyielding. “This conversation is over, Tatsuya. I’ll be sure to repeat every word of it to Sebastian.” I step back, hoping to disengage, but she moves closer, her presence oppressive.“You’re really willing to risk your other two mates just to keep one?” she sneers, her tone dripping with malice. “Your fae friend might survive the fall. He has wings, after all. They’re not as strong as a dragon’s, but…” She laughs, the sound sharp and bitter. “Your little wolfie friend? That’s another story entirely. Perhaps I’ll make sure he has an accident. And just for fun, I’ll make sure you’re there, powerless, as he falls to his death. You’ll watch, knowing you could have stopped it—but didn’t.”Her words send a cold chill racing through my body, but when her hands grip mine, the world shifts. A vision assaults me—a horrifying image of Dolton plummeting from the sky, his screams