The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Snowdrops and Storms

EIRLYS’ POV

Solara walked beside me down the staircase, her hand warm and steady in mine. My heart drummed harder with every step, a fierce counterpoint to the soft, chime-like music drifting from beyond the doors.

At the threshold, she paused, turning to me with eyes that glimmered like tempered steel. Pressing a bouquet of flowers into my hand, she held fast for a heartbeat longer,

“Glow,” she whispered, her voice both command and blessing. “Glow for your mate.”

Before I could speak, she gave my fingers one final squeeze and released me. Then her knuckles struck the door, and it opened to a flood of winter sunlight.

The courtyard lay before me, utterly transformed. I set Nibbles gently down, meeting his beady eyes. “You know what to do,” I whispered.

With a twitch of his whiskers, he hopped ahead, a tiny, valiant knight clearing the path.

Beyond him stretched a sea of faces-guests already gathered, every gaze turned toward me. King Lucius, regal and steady, with Prince Draven beside him wearing his eternal smirk. Werewolves in their finest coats, witches draped in shimmering furs, orcs in polished armor, shifters of kinds I had only heard whispered in stories.

And scattered among them-our friends, their smiles a quiet chorus urging me forward.

I acknowledged them with the faintest nod, but my eyes… my eyes belonged to the figure at the end of the aisle. My mate.

He stood waiting, tall and unyielding, breathtaking in black embroidered with crimson-every thread like a smoldering ember. His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, as though the world itself had fallen away and only I remained.

Warmth unfurled in my chest, and then, unbidden, a glow rose from my skin, spilling outward in a soft, radiant pulse. Gasps rippled through the crowd, a chorus of awe.

With each step, the stone beneath my feet seemed to stir. Tiny green shoots pierced the salted cracks, unfurling at first into tender leaves, then bursting into delicate white blossoms.

I faltered, tears welling as I realized what they were-what they meant. Snowdrops. My name. Almost a year ago, he had given me my name. Now, he was giving me his. In a few moments, I will be Drakemont.

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With every step, more snowdrops bloomed beneath me, weaving a path of white and green, as though the earth itself had bent to welcome me home.

I walked steadily until I reached the end of the aisle, where Kierygan waited.

Ulyanna stood before us, regal and composed, hands folded with practiced grace. The moment felt weighty and sacred, yet intimate, as though the world had contracted to the

three of us alone.

Kierygan reached out, taking my trembling hands in his. I leaned closer and whispered, “The snowdrops… they were a nice touch.”

He chuckled softly, a sound that vibrated through me. “I scattered the seeds last night,” he murmured, low enough for only me to hear. Then, with a teasing grin, he added, “And you… you look beautiful. Far more than I expected.”

Heat flushed my cheeks, and before I could respond, Ulyanna cleared her throat-just a touch too loud-and it carried across the courtyard. A ripple of laughter fluttered through the crowd.

My eyes flicked to Orryx and Callum, snickering the loudest. I rolled my eyes at them, shooting a pointed look, and then turned back to Kierygan.

I offered Ulyanna a small, apologetic smile, and she inclined her head once, gracefully, before beginning the ceremony. The air seemed to hold its breath; even the winter sky seemed to pause, as the guests leaned forward in anticipation.

Ulyanna’s voice rang clear across the courtyard. “Friends, allies, and honored guests, we gather today under the watchful sky of Solmere to witness a union of two souls…”

My gaze locked onto Kierygan’s, and the world beyond him-Ulyanna’s words, the guests, even the winter sky-faded into the background. It was just him and me, suspended in a

moment that felt impossibly vast.

I barely registered Scylla and Evander as they approached, offering the rings. All I remember was the soft clink of metal, the cold touch of the bands as we exchanged them.

It wasn’t until Callum and Orryx returned, Callum kneeling to place a cushion before me, that reality seeped back in.

It was time. Time for the coronation.

Callum gently guided me to kneel, the cushion cold beneath me, and Kierygan lifted my veil. Ulyanna’s voice reached me again, this time reading the oath I was to repeat. I swallowed, heart hammering, and carefully spoke each word aloud. The cadence of it, the weight of it,

settled around me like a mantle.

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When I finished, Orryx handed Kierygan the crown-bejeweled, heavy, and gleaming in the morning sun. He lowered it onto my head. It settled perfectly, as if it had been waiting for me all along. When he guided me upright, the world hushed in suspense.

Ulyanna’s voice rose over the hush of the crowd. “I proudly present to you Eirlys, Queen of Altierra and Vargheim, and wife to Kierygan Drakemont, Dragon King.”

Applause erupted like a tide, warm and thunderous, washing over me. Ulyanna’s voice rang once more, signaling the ceremony’s close. “Your Highness, you may kiss your bride and Queen.”

Kierygan leaned down, cupping my chin with deliberate care, and kissed me.

I glowed-not just from joy, but from the culmination of everything: love, loyalty, friendship, and family. The pull of our bond surged through me, stronger than ever, as though another layer had snapped into place. :

KIERYGAN’S POV

Finally. It was done. Deep in my chest, a certainty bloomed: she was wholly, irrevocably mine. In the eyes of the gods, under the laws of men, in every silent, unspoken bond that had drawn us together-Eirlys was mine. And I was hers.

I let my gaze linger on her as the applause washed over us. She nodded and smiled, her glowing presence drawing every eye. Even the most skeptical nobles and magical beings seemed to bend to her aura.

King Lucius was the first to approach. “Congratulations, Dragon King,” he said, then turned to Eirlys. “And warmest wishes, My Queen.”

Eirlys’s cheeks flushed; she still wasn’t entirely used to the title.

The witches of Solmere flicked their hands, and tables materialized as if summoned from thin air. Platters of food and sparkling drinks followed in quick succession, while the music swelled, filling the courtyard with a lively, enchanting rhythm.

I guided Eirlys through the introductions, nodding and smiling alongside her as she met nobles from every kingdom. She offered graceful bows and shy smiles, both to familiar faces and those entirely new. Prince Draven inclined his head, his smirk softening ever so slightly, before returning to a conversation with Scylla. Witches whispered eagerly-or perhaps enviously-while orcs and shifters gave deep, respectful bows.

But the moment I had been bracing for arrived as we approached the werewolves. A group of

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Vargheim Alphas stood in a tight formation, their sharp eyes appraising her with calculated

scrutiny.

“Alphas,” I said, my voice firm, carrying authority. “Allow me to formally present my Queen, Eirlys.”

She lifted her chin with quiet confidence. “It is an honor to meet you,” she said, her voice soft yet threaded with the weight of her new station.

The Alpha nearest me, the tallest among them-Amon-narrowed his eyes, studying her intently. “The Dragon King has chosen wisely,” he said, his tone slow, deliberate. “And yet… one cannot help but wonder what power lies behind the fae who claims his hand.”

“I understand your caution, Alpha,” she said, lifting her chin with serene composure. “My intentions are with my King and the realms he protects. I serve no purpose but to stand by his side-and to uphold the peace between our peoples.”

Amon’s gaze lingered, calculating. “Spoken like a true queen,” he said, the mockery barely concealed. “Peace is easier when it is chosen, not demanded.”

Eirlys’ glow flickered subtly, like a warning spark. “Like how you chose to stay silent under Malric’s tyranny?” she asked. “That’s not choosing peace. That’s choosing the easy path.”

Amon’s jaw tightened, caught off guard by the sharpness of her retort. The other Alphas snickered, and even Amon had to mask his embarrassment.

I steered her gently away before the tension escalated. I knew Eirlys wouldn’t need to lift a finger to put him in his place-but an altercation on a day like this could ignite a war.

Pride and caution stirred within me. She had handled herself perfectly, yet her mere presence was already reshaping the court’s balance. I let my hand rest lightly on her back. “You’ll find

others less difficult,” I murmured.

“They don’t frighten me,” she whispered, meeting my eyes.

I laughed softly, my thumb brushing against hers. “I know they don’t,” I said, voice gentle. “But try not to let the crackle get the better of you, love.”

She let out a small, rueful chuckle. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Just then, the music slowed abruptly-a signal for our dance.

“Shall we?” I murmured, my voice low, meant only for her.

Eirlys nodded, resting her hands lightly on my shoulders as I guided her to the center of the courtyard. The crowd’s chatter softened to a murmur as the music shifted, and I drew her

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