บททั้งหมดของ Return of the Dragon Queen: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Liam chuckled, shaking his head “Don’t get used to it.”She laughed and took the seat he offered, allowing herself to soak in the atmosphere. Everything about this moment—the hidden garden, the warm glow of the lanterns, the quiet night air—felt surreal, almost like a dream.Liam took the seat across from her and poured them both a glass of wine “To a night with no interruptions,” he said, raising his glass.Elena raised an eyebrow but clinked her glass against his “That almost sounds like wishful thinking.”Liam smirked “Call it optimism.”They sipped their drinks, the silence between them comfortable, filled with the distant hum of the water and the rustling leaves.“So,” Elena started, setting her glass down “Why did you plan this date suddenly out of nowhere?” Her voice was calm but filled with curiosity.Liam gave a mischievous smile as he s

[Short Flashback…]The night before the ceremony…The palace kitchen was unusually empty tonight.The head chef and most of the kitchen staff had been called away for a final briefing by Butler Allen regarding the morning’s ceremony preparations. Only a handful of cleaning staff remained, busy organizing ingredients and cleaning up for the night.Hidden in the shadows near the entrance, Tressa smirked to herself “Perfect timing.”With careful, calculated steps, she slipped inside the kitchen silently.The scent of freshly cooked food lingered in the air, but she paid no attention to it. Her focus was solely on the large pot of vegetable soup, which almost everyone in the palace likes to have during dinner.From the folds of her sleeve, she pulled out a small glass vial filled with an odourless, colourless liquid— A poison that acts slowly and leaves no immediate trace.She

The guests had already started to fill up the Great Hall.Henry Beaufort stood tall beside Queen Elizabeth, his expression carefully composed as they exchanged formal pleasantries. It had been years since they last spoke, and though the tension was not visible to the guests around them, it lingered in the air between them like an unspoken truth.Meanwhile, Daniel Beaufort, crown prince of Alynthia—surveyed the Great Hall, his sharp golden yellow eyes scanning the growing crowd. The diplomatic smile on his face never wavered, but beneath it, his mind was racing.Where is Elena?He had been watching carefully since his arrival, expecting to see his younger sister among the attendees, but she was nowhere in sight.The Great Hall was already filling up. Nobles from all over Asterin and beyond had arrived, dressed in elegant mourning attire in honour of the ceremony. The soft glow of silver lanterns flickered overhead, casting an ethereal light on

Elena walked down the corridor towards the Great Hall someone caught hold of her wrist and pulled her.Elena barely had time to react before she was pulled into a secluded corner, her back hitting the cool stone wall as a firm yet familiar grip held her wrist. She instinctively tensed, ready to fight back, but as she looked up, her sharp glare met a pair of piercing violet eyes."Liam," she exhaled, narrowing her eyes at him "What the hell are you doing?"Liam leaned in slightly, one arm resting lazily against the wall beside her "You told me last night that you wouldn’t be attending the ceremony," he mused, tilting his head "And yet, here you are all dolled-up and looking absolutely stunning, I might add."Elena scoffed, crossing her arms. "I changed my mind."Liam raised an eyebrow "Really? That’s all?"She sighed, rolling her eyes "Yes, really, contrary to what you may think, the world doesn’t revolve around you, Mr. Pri

Tressa turned towards the exit where the guests were heading to, as she lifted her hand, chanting a spell and then shot the light formed in her hand towards the exit door.As soon as the light hit the doors, they closed by themselves and a barrier appeared.Those people who could not stop on time hit the barrier head on and fell back due to the repulsive shock wave.“Who the hell is responsible for this?” Screamed the Seventh prince of Eldoria who had come here to represent his kingdom.“Step out you traitor” A noble lady from Dreadmoor joined in frustrated by all the chaos around as a black sword appeared in her hand.All the other nobles who were invited and was not poisoned joined them ready to kill who ever caused this, now not finding any other way.  Tressa took a slow, deliberate step forward, the heels of her shoes clicking against the marble floor, the sound eerily calm amidst the rising panic. She tilte