The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Tenderness and Threats

KIERYGAN’S POV

She was still glowing.

Her silver hair and pale skin had taken on a golden hue. Like the brightest star against the blackest night. My gaze dropped to where my hand still held hers. Beneath my fingers, delicate threads of light shimmered, pulsing softly in time with her heartbeat.

Or was it mine?

I had planned to watch her train from a distance. And for a while, I managed. Even as I sparred with three warriors at once, my eyes kept drifting-searching for her as she moved around the training field.

But the moment I caught the scent of blood-her blood-something in me shifted.

It smelled sweet. Too sweet. It tugged at me with a force I couldn’t resist.

My body moved before my thoughts could catch up. All I could think about was stopping it,

soothing it… maybe even tasting it.

Before I knew it, I was kneeling before her, my mouth pressed to her skin, my tongue sliding slowly

over the cut like some fevered fool.

She looked at me with eyes full of worry. “I might burn you,” she whispered, as if hoping I’d pull

away.

I didn’t. I lifted my gaze to hers but kept her hand in mine. To show her she wasn’t hurting me.

“Your glow doesn’t burn me,” I said quietly.

Her lips parted, her eyes wide with something between wonder and fear. I could see the question lingering there, unspoken but loud: What’s happening to me? To us?

I had no answer. Only the brutal truth pulsing beneath my skin like a second heartbeat.

The bond is growing.

At least… for me, it is.

Orryx cleared his throat behind us, and the sound scraped against my already fraying control. I nearly growled. I wasn’t ready to let go.

“Shall we continue training?” he asked, his tone carefully neutral, though his eyes gleamed with wicked amusement. “Or would you prefer to finish. whatever that was, somewhere more private?”

I ignored his remark. Reluctantly, I released her hand and rose to my feet. “Training’s over for today,

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“I said, my voice unexpectedly low and colder than meant it to be.

She flinched, just slightly, and looked down at her hand. The cut was still visible, but the bleeding had stopped. Dragon’s saliva could do that: seal wounds, accelerate healing.

“But I’m fine,” she said, her tone soft but laced with protest. It didn’t carry much bite, but the defiance was there. “I want to continue.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “No,” I said, the word sharp and immovable. “Go back to the palace.”

She lowered her head, exhaling softly. I expected her to turn and walk away. But instead, she looked up again-calm, steady.

“I’d like to stay,” she said, her voice even. “There’s nothing for me inside.”

I pressed my lips into a thin line, unsure whether to be impressed or irritated by her newfound ability to defy a direct order. She held my gaze, unblinking, but her fingers fidgeted at her sides, betraying her nerves.

“Fine,” I said at last, conceding. “But if you so much as nick yourself again, you’re going back. No questions.”

She nodded almost immediately.

I glanced at Orryx, who was grinning like a fool. I shot him a glare. “Make sure there are no

accidents this time,” I said, before turning away to resume sparring with the others.

I glanced back one last time.

She was no longer standing where I’d left her-already back at it, training with her new sword, Orryx

at her side.

But something else was there.

In the spot where she’d stood only moments before, a patch of vibrant green had broken through the dry, beaten earth. Dew-kissed blades of grass shimmered in the morning light. Tiny white and yellow blossoms dotted the ground, their soft petals stirring with the breeze like a quiet miracle.

I blinked. Frowned.

That hadn’t been there before.

This part of the yard was sun-beaten, hardened by years of drills and sparring. Nothing ever grew

here. Not without intention. Not without magic.

Before I could think about it further, Mirael stepped in my path, arms crossed, lips pressed tight. like a blade ready to strike. Her eyes glinted with something cold and dangerous. “What was that about?” she demanded, her voice sharp.

I didn’t answer. I tried to move past her.

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She grabbed my arm. “Really, Kier? Licking blood off her hand? In front of everyone?” she said, her

voice was low, biting. She leaned in, her voice tightening to a hiss. “Do you have any idea what they’ll say? What they’ll think?”

I looked at her then, letting silence stretch. My expression remained unreadable, but my words cut clean. “What would they say?” I echoed flatly.

Her grip tightened. “You’ve never done that to anyone. Ever.”

I shrugged, brushing her hand off my arm. “Guess there’s a first time for everything.”

“But not with someone who aided our enemies!” she snapped, her voice rising sharply. Have you

already forgotten that, or are you too blind to care?”

A few warriors nearby slowed their movements, glancing our way.

I turned to face her slowly, letting the silence thicken. Then I stepped in close, close enough for her to see the shadow in my eyes.

“You forget yourself, Mirael,” I said, my voice low and lethal. “Question me like that again in front of

my warriors, and you’ll find out exactly how I deal with insolence.”

She blinked, caught off guard. But I was already walking away.

MIRAEL’S POV

Mirael hadn’t meant to be there. She was on her way to the training yard to speak with Callum

when the sudden rise of Kierygan’s voice split the air, sharp with fury as he stormed toward Orryx.

Curious, she slowed her steps. Her eyes swept the yard-and then stopped.

Eirlys stood in the center, a thin line of blood trailing down her hand. But it wasn’t the injury that

made Mirael halt. It was what followed.

Kierygan reached for the girl.

And then, like some ancient, primal instinct had taken over, he bowed his head and ran his tongue

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