I Got Married to a Yandere Queen

Riven stared at his sister, still sleeping peacefully—as if untouched by the chaos surrounding them. The distant rumble and subtle tremors crawling through the ground didn't stir her in the slightest. Mira's face remained calm—almost sacred—partially hidden beneath the edge of the jacket that shielded her from the cold.

Riven didn't know whether to feel grateful… or just hollow.

The pain from the earlier battle crept back into his nerves the moment the adrenaline faded. Each breath stabbed at his lungs, each pulse felt like fire along frayed nerves. But still, he tried to keep his face calm—at least in front of Ashtoria.

Yet his body grew weaker by the second. The arms that once swung a sword now couldn't lift a single leaf. His head throbbed, his mind clouded. He didn't even have the strength to question why the beasts hadn't approached them… or how terrifying Ashtoria's power truly was.

He no longer cared.

All that mattered was that Mira—and Ashtoria—were safe.

Ashtoria, who had sat beside him in complete silence, hadn't once looked away from his face. Her crimson eyes studied him with an intensity that felt unfamiliar—not anger, not fear, but something else… a quiet turmoil cloaked in stillness.

Her breathing was calm, but her gaze rippled with emotions she couldn't name. And when she saw his body begin to tremble, the blood staining his clothes darkening with the cold night air, she could no longer stay still.

With a slow, cautious motion, she moved closer. Her arms slid beneath his shoulders, and with a gentle yet unyielding strength, she pulled Riven toward her.

Riven had no strength left to resist.

Slowly, Ashtoria positioned Riven to lean against her—his back resting against her thighs, his head guided tenderly to nestle between her soft, full breasts. Ashtoria's chest was warm despite her pale skin and frost-crimson eyes. But as Riven's body molded against hers, a subtle warmth and tenderness radiated from her chest, spreading through him to the very tips of his fingers.

She lowered her head until her chin touched his blood-stained, dust-covered hair. Her fingers brushed across his forehead, gently sweeping back strands of hair that had fallen over his weakening eyes.

Her embrace wasn't just protection. It wasn't just instinct. It was something deeper, more personal. As if she were trying to pour half of her soul into him, just to keep him alive.

As the back of his neck rested against her warmth and her arms wrapped around him like a silken night's blanket, he felt like he was drifting between life and a dream.

The pain hadn't gone—it was even sharper. But for the first time since the battle began… he felt peace.

"I guess… dying in the arms of a woman this beautiful… isn't the worst way to go," he thought, the words whispering like a breath in his mind.

A faint, weak smile crossed his lips… then vanished.

The wound on his chest wasn't healing. His skin grew paler, his breath became ragged. But he showed no fear. Even as his eyelids grew heavy and his vision blurred, he fought to remain awake—just to savor one more second of this peace.

But the body has limits.

And no matter how strong the will, the soul can only resist for so long.

With one final shallow breath, Riven's head tilted slightly to the side, resting fully against Ashtoria's chest, and his body went limp in her embrace.

He lost consciousness—quietly, peacefully, and without pain.

Ashtoria felt his breath weaken. She didn't panic. But her heart beat faster than it ever had. Her arms tightened, as if trying to merge their bodies into one. Her warmth flowed into him, and for a fleeting moment, beneath a night sky still echoing with the chaos of the wild, they felt as though they were somewhere else.

A place just for them.

At first, she could hear his heartbeat—strong, steady—against her chest. Each beat was proof that he was still there—still alive, still fighting. But slowly… as time passed, as his breath grew weaker and his skin colder… that heartbeat began to fade.

And then—

It wavered.

As if Riven's heart was struggling to beat, but lacked the strength. Ashtoria leaned closer, pressing her ear to his neck, listening—searching for that rhythm. But all she found was a creeping silence.

No.

A feeling she didn't understand clenched at her chest—confusion… and fear.

Ashtoria, who had never known what it meant to lose something, now felt like something was being stolen from her.

Her hand gently caressed Riven's cheek. "Don't die…" she whispered in her heart, but her lips could not form the words. She stared at his pale face, trying to memorize every line, as if afraid it would vanish.

But before she could think any further—

RAUUUNNNGGGHHHHHHH!!!

A roar shattered the air, so loud it was like the sky itself was screaming. Instinctively, Ashtoria ducked low, covering Riven's ears with both hands to shield him from the sudden pain. The roar shook the earth beneath them, sending leaves flying and making the trees sway in terror.

And then, from above…

A massive shadow swept across the sky, blotting out the starlight as if the night had doubled in darkness.

Ashtoria looked up.

A colossal creature soared overhead. Its wings stretched wide, each flap splitting the air like a storm tearing through the heavens. Its body was long and serpentine, like an ancient lizard, with dark crimson scales glinting faintly from the firelight within. Its eyes glowed yellow—like two infernal embers blazing in the night.

A dragon.

Not a whelp. Not a mystical little beast.

But a full-grown dragon—massive enough to make the trees look like grass, and humans like insignificant insects.

Ashtoria stared with a piercing gaze. Her jaw clenched, and within her cold chest, a dark, simmering hatred stirred—thick and heavy, like magma waiting to erupt.

"So you're the one behind all this," she thought. Her gaze was sharp, icy, unwavering. The aura surrounding her stirred subtly, barely visible—but strong enough to draw a reaction from the beast above.

The dragon suddenly halted mid-air.

With a slow, heavy motion—graceful yet ominous—its long neck turned. It looked down… directly at the small figure below radiating a burning aura.

Its eyes met Ashtoria's.

And for a moment, time stood still.

The dragon didn't roar. It didn't attack. It simply… watched. But that gaze alone was enough to make the world fall silent. A pressure like a collapsing mountain crushed everything around them—and even the earth beneath them began to crack under the leaking magical force from the creature's form.

Ashtoria didn't look away.

She knew that even a moment of hesitation would be a death sentence. And she would not allow a single claw of that dragon to touch either of the two she now protected.

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

Her left arm tightened around Riven's cooling body.

Her right hand now slowly rose—reaching toward the dragon as if ready to crush it where it stood.

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Hey guys!

Sorry, I can only update 1 chapter today 😅

I'll be a bit busy for the next three days, so I might only be able to upload one chapter per day during that time.

But don't worry! After that, things will go back to normal, and I'll continue updating 2 or 3 chapters per day as usual

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