The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Silence, Scents, and Spears

EIRLYS’ POV

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Kierygan was true to his word. When he promised to give me all the time I needed, he meant it.

He hadn’t pulled away completely. He was still there, steady as ever. But there was a new restraint in him, a carefulness I’d never noticed before. He still took my hands in his, still brushed quick, almost chaste kisses over my forehead, cheeks, and lips. And nothing more.

I missed the more.

I missed the way a real kiss would linger, the way his mouth would claim mine until my breath tangled with his. I missed the warmth of his hands on my skin, the unspoken promise in his touch,

the way his closeness could make me glow.

It was maddening-wanting him this much, and feeling him hold back. Like there was an invisible line-an unspoken boundary he would not cross. And every day he stayed on his side of it, I burned

a little more on mine.

Today, I resolved not to dwell on it. I would spend the morning at Scylla and Solara’s cottage. Their company might do me good. And perhaps it would do Scylla some good, too.

When I stepped outside, three new guards fell into place without a word. Once, I might have bristled at the constant shadowing, but after Sam’s death-after the guilt that had rooted itself

deep in my chest for ignoring his warning-I no longer saw their presence as an intrusion. Only as

protection.

By the time I reached the cottage, the scent of fresh earth and crushed leaves greeted me. In the

garden, Solara and Scylla bent over the beds, their fingers moving deftly among the rows of

greenery.

I lingered for a moment, watching without announcing myself. Scylla moved with confidence, plucking herbs with care. She named each one aloud-basil for warding, thyme for healing charms, lavender to draw peace into a home.

If not for the soft, unfocused stillness of her green eyes, I might never have realized she was blind.

Suddenly, her head lifted, and her voice cut through the quiet. “Eirlys, would you be a lamb and fetch us some jars inside?” she asked. “Third cabinet, above the sink.”

I paused, momentarily stunned. Solara let out a soft giggle at my reaction. “She knows where things are better than I do,” she teased.

I chuckled, nodded, and darted inside. I gathered the jars Scylla had requested and returned quickly, handing them to her.

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The three of us worked quietly among the herbs. Solara and I tied the fresh bundles into neat bunches, ready to hang and dry, our fingers deftly looping string around the stems as the scents of basil, thyme, and lavender filled the air. Scylla, sitting cross-legged on the ground, carefully packed the already dried leaves into the jars I had fetched.

After a moment, she lifted her head and sniffed the air, a faint grin tugging at her lips. “Maybe we should hang some garlic too, just to ward off pesky vampires,” she suggested, her voice teasingly

sharp.

Before we could react, a voice cut through the quiet. “I heard that, witch,” Evander said, materializing with his usual irritation whenever Scylla was around.

Scylla didn’t miss a beat, her grin widening. “Of course you did,” she shot back. “I wanted you to.”

“Vampires and garlic are just myths,” he said dryly, arms crossed.

“Won’t hurt to try,” she replied, resuming her work and flicking a stray leaf into the jar.

He stepped closer, eyes narrowing on the seer. “You know what? Maybe Malric made a mistake- should’ve taken your tongue instead of your eyes.”

Scylla just shrugged, cool as ever. “Even so,” she said, lifting a single finger in a deliberately rude

gesture. “I could still do this.”

Solara and I exchanged a quiet glance, the corners of our mouths twitching. Before things could

escalate further, Solara stood and spoke, her tone carefully measured. “What brings you to our humble little cottage, anyway?”

Evander drew a slow, steadying breath, forcing calm into his stance before turning to Solara. “I was

sent for the witch,” he said, nodding toward Scylla. “Kierygan wants a word with her.”

Scylla froze mid-motion, fingers halting over a bundle of herbs. “I’ll speak with the Dragon King,”

she said, her tone steady but firm.

Evander remained unmoving, as if waiting.

She huffed. “I can get there myself, butcher,” she shot back. “Blind, yes. But not helpless.”

Evander’s jaw tightened, his voice dropping low-controlled, sharp. “I’m not waiting for you. Kierygan wants Eirlys back.”

My heart leapt into my throat at the sound of his name.

Scylla rose to her feet, moving expertly over the uneven garden ground. In a blink, she was gone, vanished from sight.

I offered Solara a small, hesitant wave. She simply nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips, then returned to her herbs.

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Evander fell into step beside me, and together we began the long walk back to the palace. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of drying herbs and faint smoke drifting from Ashteryn’s forge.

After a stretch of quiet, the question I’d been holding back slipped out. “Why don’t you and Scylla get along?” I asked softly. “She’s… actually really nice.”

Evander’s brow furrowed, a frown tugging at his lips. “I don’t like her foul mouth,” he said simply.

I blinked, incredulous. “You were rude to her first, you know,” I pointed out. “Maybe… you should

ease up a bit.”

He didn’t answer. Silence settled between us, broken only by the echo of our footsteps. Even as the palace walls rose ahead, he remained quiet, the frown still etched deep across his face.

Evander and I were nearly at the palace entrance when another figure caught my attention-Mirael.

Something about her was off. Her posture was taut, each step measured, as if she were trying to slip by unnoticed. Her eyes carried a distant look, as though she’d come from far away, burdened

with more than the dust of the road.

Evander’s voice broke the quiet. “Seems you had quite a journey,” he said, glancing at his muddied

boots. “Where have you been?”

Mirael jerked her head up, startled, but quickly masked it with a composed smirk. “Do I ask you every time you go off?” she shot back, sharp yet edged with amusement.

Evander smirked. “My job involves travel. Negotiations, meetings… the usual.”

The main entrance swung open behind her, and she flinched again. But her eyes immediately

brightened into a genuine smile as she spotted Kierygan stepping out, Scylla trailing close behind.

Her gaze lingered briefly on the seer, sharp and calculating, before snapping fully to Kierygan.

“Kier,” she greeted, her voice bright and casual.

He didn’t pause. His focus was entirely on me, and my pulse spiked. When he reached me, his gaze flicked once between Evander and me before settling. “I need to fly north,” he said, low and certain. “A raven came. Rogues are circling the borders of Vargheim.”

My heart sank, but before I could speak, he added, “You’ll stay with Evander until I return.”

I nodded. He leaned down, pressing a warm kiss to the crown of my head. Despite the heaviness of his words, something in my chest eased. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mirael’s gaze sharpen-just for a heartbeat-before her face smoothed back into neutrality.

We lingered in the entranceway as Kierygan shifted and rose into the sky, his silhouette dwindling into the clouds.

When I turned, Mirael’s attention had fixed on Scylla Her eyes swept over the seer with a slow, deliberate assessment

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Scylla tilted her head, voice cool as glass. “Move closer if you want a better look.”

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