Breeder For The Villain Dragon

Chapter 10

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"D_Dead?" Faelyn's voice comes out as a broken whisper. She shakes her head frantically in disbelief as hot tears pour down her cheeks.

Her shallow mind refuses to process the words.

"She passed peacefully," Amiral says with false gentleness, hiding how she's been eagerly waiting for this moment - to watch Faelyn's world crumble further into nothing.

The truth was far from peaceful. Rhoxa had died sobbing, clawing at the dungeon walls, begging Amiral to let her see her daughter just once. Amiral had delighted in telling the dying woman exactly what Faelyn was enduring at that very moment - being claimed and broken by a dragon beast. Rhoxa's fragile heart couldn't survive knowing her beloved child was suffering such horror. It wasn't the cold that killed her - it was pure, devastating heartbreak.

Delivering this crushing blow is Amiral's sweet revenge for Juta's interference.

Faelyn's mind shatters like glass. "No, no, no! She can't be dead!"

The grief doesn't just hit her - it destroys her. Every muscle in her body convulses as if she's being torn apart from the inside. Her knees give out, and she collapses to the floor, gasping for air that won't come.

"My mother cannot be d_dead!"

Everything she sacrificed. Every degrading command she obeyed. Every piece of her soul she gave up. All for nothing.

"NO! NO! NO!" Each scream tears her throat raw as she scrambles to her feet. Both Sebi and Amiral gasp when her green eyes suddenly blaze with molten gold, dragon fire burning in her gaze. The bond mark on her neck pulses violently, veins of power spreading across her skin like lightning.

The very air around her trembles with unleashed dragon power, making her more terrifying than any pure-blood fae.

Sebi stares in amazement. A half-blood channeling such raw dragon power is impossible - yet here Faelyn stands, consumed by grief so deep it's awakened something that should have stayed dormant.

"MOTHER!" The word explodes from her lungs as she crashes through the doorway.

"MOTHER! MOTHER!" Her screams echo through the castle corridors, each one more broken than the last.

"What was that?" Amiral whispers to Sebi, genuine fear creeping into her voice.

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The commotion grows louder as Faelyn's anguished screams fill the throne chamber's outer halls.

"I want to see the King!" she demands firmly even though her voice destroyed from crying.

"Get away from here, mongrel!" The guards spit in animosity , crossing their weapons to block her path. As her desperate cries grow louder, King Jaelan storms from his chamber.

"What is this disturbance?" he thunders.

"This half-blood won't leave, Your Majesty. She keeps demanding to see you," the guard explains nervously.

King Jaelan regards his wretched daughter in pure disgust, it seemed as though he would refuse, but then Faelyn would continue making a scene.

Her existence alone is already too shameful. How did he give birth to such a horrid thing? The smell of molten steel oozing from her even made her more revolting.

It seemed the dragon had taken his time to enjoy the slave.

"Bring her inside."

Faelyn is dragged into the chamber, her legs barely supporting her weight. Blood streaks her face from where she's clawed at her own skin in grief. Juta looks up in shock, his heart clenching at seeing her so completely broken.

"How dare you enter this sacred place without permission?" The King's face hardens with rage. Faelyn stumbles toward him, her tear-filled eyes meeting his without fear for the first time.

"To you, she was just another weak human slave to use and throw away, but she was my whole world! Why did you let her freeze to death alone in that dungeon?" She screams at him, her eyes tearing up with raw pain.

Shocked gasps echo from the assembled nobles - Juta and her half-brothers Prince Mordered and Prince Orden stare in disbelief.

"How dare a mongrel speak so boldly!" Prince Orden roars, spittle escaping his mouth from his fury.

Death would be a mercy now. Faelyn craves it, since she is going to die anyway , she just wants to let a few things off her chest "You call my mother shameful for bearing an abomination, but did you ever think that if you'd controlled yourself and stayed faithful to your queen, this abomination wouldn't exist? I never asked for this cursed life!"

"Unfilial!" The King's vicious slap sends Faelyn flying into the stone wall. Blood pours from her head, but she forces herself up, swaying on her feet.

"You call me mongrel," she gasps, turning to Prince Orden with a bitter smile. "But we share the same blood. What's so special about being pure anyway? You didn't earn it."

Prince Orden appears before her in a blur. "You worthless thing! Has that dragon broken your mind completely?"

Blood fills Faelyn's mouth from biting her tongue, but she spits it at his feet. "You call dragons beasts, but you're worse than any animal!"

"Do you want to die?" Prince Orden snarls, grabbing her hair and forcing her to her knees. Blood from her scalp mingles with her tears.

She has nothing. No mother. No future. Just endless, crushing emptiness.

"Yes," she whispers. "I want to die."

"You even defend that monster, I take it that you may foolishly consider yourself as his mate now? Was his sexual powress so good?" Prince Orden sneers with disgusting.

"Why don't you find out for yourself? I hear dragon mates with males too" Faelyn's bitter retort earns her savage kicks to her ribs. Bones crack as she gasps for air, blood streaming from her nose.

"Careful, brother. She might be carrying dragon spawn, who knows, we may get a beast slave to serve us in our castle soon" Prince Mordered laughs cruelly.

Through her fading vision, Faelyn sees the King gesture for her removal. "Take her to the dungeons," he commands coldly.

"Your Majesty, please don't send her there," Juta pleads desperately. "She's mad with grief. Please ignore her words."

"Don't beg for me!" Faelyn's voice is barely a rasp, but the hatred in her green eyes burns like fire. "This is all your fault! Everything that happened to me, to my mother - it's because of you!"

Juta watches helplessly as guards drag her broken form away, her blood leaving a trail on the marble floor.

She blames him. And she's right. His pursuit drove her to attempt escape. His weakness led to her capture.

It's his fault his beloved lies broken and dying, with nothing left but hatred for him.

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