Chapter 1

• Two dragons cannot exist in the same sky. Since ancient times, only one dragon could prevail, otherwise, it brought instability and death.
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• Forest's Pov
• It felt like I was surrounded by flowers, each scent different from the next, overwhelming me to the point of suffocation.
• "Your Highness, aaaah!!"
• My hand landed on her butt sharply, as if punishing her. Indeed, I was.
• "Aargh!! Please!!"
• I thrust deeper into her, her warm walls enveloping me, but the satisfaction I sought eluded me. It felt mechanical, devoid of pleasure.
• Grabbing her ponytail, I pulled her upright until she knelt before me.
• "You're too deep," she moaned loudly.
• My jaw clenched in irritation at her whining. Couldn't she just remain silent?
• "Hush! Have you forgotten the rules?" I growled.
• "I'm sorry, Your Highness," she replied, turning her head to meet my gaze.
• Her flushed cheeks and pleading expression might entice another, but not me.
• I pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back into her, repeating the motion relentlessly.
• "You were sent from the Queen's palace?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
• "Yes, Your Highness," she panted.
• I withdrew, granting her a brief break. Pushing her forward, her face pressed into the sheets. I noticed a fleeting smile, like she had achieved something, but it vanished when she saw me looking.
• Huh! Interesting! What had the Queen orchestrated this time? My step-mother thrived on deceit.
• With two fingers, I teased her entrance, making her gasp. I slid them inside, my thumb rubbing her clit. I repeated this until she trembled. She came hard, screaming.
• I brought my fingers to my nose. Something was off. Her juices had a strange smell. Realization hit me, sedative. How could she risk her health like this? Disgusting!
• This was a ploy meant for me. What was their plan? Did she think I would pass out while fucking her? And then what?
• "I see my mother is always thinking of me," I smirked.
• I grabbed her arms, pulling her back until she rested against my chest. My member found her opening, and I thrust deep inside.
• "Considering you're the Queen's gift, I should take care of you. Don't you think?" I asked.
• I thrust deeply, hitting the spot that drove women wild. My fingers found her clit, rubbing it. Her moans grew louder, nearing climax.
• "I told you, no moaning!!"
• "But I can't. Aaah!"
• The sound of flesh slapping filled the room.
• "So, you intend to distract me from climaxing by playing coy?"
• "No, Your Highness!"
• Her walls tightened around me. She was close. I leaned in, my mouth near her ear.
• "If you value your life, don't make me repeat myself."
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• Lynah's POV
• This dream again...
• I was walking in the forest around our house. My mother was blind and couldn't do much. She was a renowned healer, able to cure almost anything, but over time, she grew weak from taking in people's illnesses.
• The people in our village didn't like us, so we retreated to the edge of the village, where we bordered the forest. It worked out for us, though. I never really liked any of them. They always bullied me and reminded me that I didn't have a father. For a child, it was humiliating, especially since it was true.
• Winter had arrived, and I needed to keep my sick mother warm. As I collected dry wood, I heard a soft moan somewhere in the forest. It sounded like someone was in pain.
• I almost ignored it, but I remembered my mother's golden rule; never leave someone in pain to suffer when you can help.
• I followed the low moans to find a boy lying against a tree, bleeding. I placed my wood down and moved closer to inspect the wound. He kept moaning, his eyes closed.
• He seemed to be in a lot of pain. His gentle groans filled me with sympathy. What had happened to him? Why was he in the forest, where he could die?
• Judging from the marks on his hands and feet, he had been tortured. Who would do this to such a young child? He was probably two years older than me.
• I looked around to see if anyone was searching for him, but he was alone, as if left for dead.
• Anger welled up inside me at the sight. I didn't know him and had never met him before, but I felt an overwhelming urge to save his life. His aura radiated importance.
• I knew what had to be done. I had to save his life. I reached for my knife, which I used to hunt rabbits and small animals.
• I cut my index finger, letting the blood flow from the wound. I moved closer to the boy. When I touched his face, I felt an unusual warmth radiating from him.
• He must have had a fever. I gently opened his mouth and brought my finger to his lips. The drops of my blood fell into his mouth. After a minute, my wound healed. I hoped it was enough to keep him alive.
• Using the snow as water, I cleaned the marks on his wrists and legs to prevent an infection. When I was done, I wrapped the wounds from a piece of my dress.
• "You'll be fine, I promise," I whispered.
• He only groaned in response. I got to my feet, picked up the firewood, and left. This was the best I could do for him. I just hoped he would be okay.
• When I got home, I found my mother waiting by the door.
• "You did the right thing," she said.
• "Huh?" I asked, confused.
• "You will understand in a few years. Lynah, my child, you have a complicated future ahead of you," she sighed.
• I always woke up after those words. I turned in my bed, longing for my mother. I missed her dearly. If only I had known we had so little time together, I would have done everything I could to heal her. What was the point of having my abilities if I couldn't save the ones I loved?
• "Lynah!!!!!"
• My friend Eunah rushed into our room.
• "You'll fall, Eunah. Be careful."
• "What happened? You have been assigned to the Crown Prince's palace. But why? You work for the Empress!" she screamed.
• "Oh, that. You've heard about it too. It sort of just happened," I answered, equally puzzled.
• "But..." Her eyes filled with tears. "Why are you so calm? Are you that confident in your beauty?"
• I rolled my eyes at her words. Eunah always said whatever comes in her mind without a filter.
• "Come on. Don't make such a fuss over nothing."
• "Why shouldn't I? You know the Queen has changed since she gave birth to the Prince."
• "I don't know about that." I rose from the bed and started fixing it.
• "The Empress holds the highest rank in the world, but the Queen has been very disrespectful, and everyone can see it," she said.
• "Sssh!! Someone could hear you."
• "Sorry, but I guess the Empress will be sad to see you go. She has always doted on you since you arrived at the palace."
• "Yeah."
• I was worried. The Crown Prince didn't have a very good reputation, and now I was transferred to his palace. What will happen to me?