The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140: Tomorrow’s Promise

EIRLYS’ POV

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The courtyard was a flurry of activity when Solara, Scylla, and I stepped inside. Snow had been cleared from the stones, the salted paths gleaming damp beneath the pale light, while rows of fire pits were being arranged to chase away the bite of winter.

“Wouldn’t it make more sense to hold it indoors?” I asked at last, watching workers shovel and cart away the heaps of snow. “The ballroom is large enough for all the guests. And far

warmer.”

Solara only shook her head. “It is more fitting for a dragon to wed beneath the open sky.”

“And you needn’t fret about the cold,” Scylla added lightly. “With these fire pits and the witches keeping the air tempered, everyone will be comfortable enough.”

Solara’s hand slipped around my arm, guiding me as she pointed out where I was to enter, how many steps to take, the pace I should keep, the exact moment I would halt before Kierygan. I tried to focus, truly I did. But nerves thrummed beneath my skin, making every word blur together.

Tomorrow. It was all happening tomorrow.

I was halfway through my practice walk when a shadow fell over me. I knew it was him even before I looked up.

Kierygan strode across the courtyard with that effortless grace only he possessed, his gaze locked on me. My heart leapt-and then he was there, not pausing, not asking, simply sweeping me into his arms and pressing his mouth to mine.

The world stilled. My pulse thundered against my ribs, and heat flared in my cheeks when I caught the stares of Solara, Scylla, and even the workers who had stopped mid-task.

But Kierygan was unfazed. His lips curved into a wicked smile as he bent close, his words meant for me alone. “I’m beginning to think we should skip the wedding altogether,” he murmured, “and head straight to the honeymoon.”

Flame shot through my face so quickly I was certain even Scylla could see me glow. I shoved lightly at his chest, glaring up at him. “Not a chance. I’m not missing the chance to wear my dress.”

His voice dropped lower, rasping near my ear. “Right. I want to see it on you… and torn from you.”

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My breath caught, my glow sparking despite myself, but I managed to hiss, “We are rehearsing.”

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Kierygan’s chuckle rumbled low, and then he turned toward Scylla and Solara with that half-smile that always made me suspicious. “I’ll borrow her for a moment,” he said smoothly.

Scylla smirked and gave an exaggerated bow. “She’s all yours, Your Highness.”

Before I could protest, his hand closed firmly around mine, and he pulled me away from the courtyard rehearsal.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my skirts swishing as I hurried to keep up with his long stride.

He only glanced back once, a glint in his eyes, before guiding me through the palace corridors and into the grand ballroom. At first, I thought perhaps he had changed his mind and the wedding would be held here after all.

But then my gaze fell on the shiny boxes and chests, stacked high in neat piles.

“Gifts have started arriving,” Kierygan said, releasing my hand only to sweep his arm toward the piles. “I thought you might like to open a few.”

I approached hesitantly, lifting the lid of a small carved box. Inside, resting on velvet, were delicate earrings of moonstone and diamond. Another chest held glimmering gold coins and sparkling gems. A third contained bolts of fabric finer than anything I had ever touched. I stared, helpless, at it all.

“I don’t even know what to do with these,” I admitted, half-laughing, half-overwhelmed.

His eyes softened. “More will come tomorrow.”

I swallowed, running my fingers over the rim of a pearl circlet before glancing back at him. He was watching me with that unreadable intensity that always made me feel both seen and

undone.

“Mine will wait until tomorrow. After the ceremony,” he said.

A spark of anticipation flickered in my chest, quickly followed by a frown. “But… I didn’t get you anything.”

Kierygan stepped closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from my cheek. “You’ve already gifted me far more than any trinket could.”

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, I was exhausted. The day had been a whirlwind of rehearsals, final fittings, endless briefings, and a chorus of voices telling me what to do- or what to say. Now, at last, the halls were hushed, torches dimmed to soft glow against the

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Kierygan walked me to my room, his arm brushing mine as I held Nibbles close to my chest. The little rabbit was already half-asleep. We stopped between his chamber and my old one.

I looked up at him. “I don’t understand why we can’t stay in the same room tonight,” I said.

It’s not like we’ve never…”

He laughed, low and amused. “It’s tradition.”

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I sighed, the tension in my chest refusing to ease. “I’m nervous,” I admitted, my voice smaller than I intended. “And… maybe a little worried. Mirael and Morwenna are suspiciously quiet. They’re probably cooking something for tomorrow.”

His head snapped toward me, gaze sharp and searching. “We won’t let them ruin our day,” he said firmly.

He paused, then softened. “And it’s perfectly fine to feel everything at once before such an occasion.” A corner of his mouth tugged upward. “The only thing you’re not allowed to feel is

cold feet.”

I huffed a laugh, despite the storm still churning in my stomach. “Easy for you to say.”

He leaned down, lips brushing mine in a kiss that was brief yet grounding, as if he poured all of himself into that single touch. My heart raced like a drum in my chest when he pulled

away.

“Get inside. Now,” he murmured, his tone dropping low and dangerous as he guided me toward my old room. “Before I change my mind about sleeping separately tonight.”

I woke to the sound of soft voices and the clinking of a tray being set down. Grace and Emma stood at the foot of my bed, sunlight spilling through the tall windows behind them,

their faces bright with excitement.

“Good morning, my lady,” Grace said warmly, then corrected herself with a shy smile. “I mean, my Queen.”

Emma bounced closer, balancing a tray in her hands. “We brought breakfast! You’ll need your strength for the big day.”

The air itself felt charged, alive-as though even the walls were humming with anticipation. Beyond my windows came the steady clatter of hooves and the rumble of carriage wheels. Guests were already arriving. My stomach fluttered at the thought.

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