The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Melted Steels & Broken Spells

KIERYGAN’S POV

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Ulyanna and I had been working since first light, warding every corridor and chamber, casting

revealing spells to ensure no unseen eyes or ears lingered.

When we finally finished, I wasted no time heading straight to the training field–where I knew Eirlys

would be.

I knew she would be there. I’d instructed Orryx to make sure of it. To push her limits. To toughen

her up.

I didn’t want her feeling that kind of fear again–dream or not.

Last night, I felt her dread the moment it seized her. It pulled me straight out of sleep. For a terrifying second, I thought she was under attack again, that someone had come for her in the dead of night.

I’d never moved so fast in my life.

I reached the training field in no time. There she was, sparring with Orryx. Her strikes had gained direction, her footwork and posture still imperfect but laced with a growing grace.

I watched her for a moment.

My gaze drifted to the rabbit sitting in one corner. Strange creature. Nibbles didn’t watch her like a mindless animal–he observed her.

I remember last night, when I stormed into her room. He’d been in distress too, scratching at the cage, slamming his small body against the bars as if trying to reach her.

And now, he simply sat there, ears flicking, black eyes following her every move as she trained. As if he too was proud of how far she had come. It was almost unnerving.

Strange creature indeed.

I turned my focus back to her. She was struggling as Orryx pushed her harder, but I could see his grin–he was impressed. Compared to the scrawny trembling girl I pulled from that tower, she had come a long way.

My fingers brushed the hilt of my sword. Before I even realized it, I was removing my shirt and stepping toward her.

“I want to see what you’ve learned,” I said, my voice cutting through the field and making her flinch. “Spar with me.”

I watched her swallow hard, her grip tightening around the sword as she faced me. A faint tremor

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ran through her stance, the glow along her collarbone flickering unsteadily.

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Still, she raised her blade, determination flashing in her eyes despite the pink blooming across her

cheeks.

She was so distracted by something that I managed to land far too many taps–at her wrist, her side, her shoulder. I even held my sword near her throat without resistance.

What is it, little star? I thought.

What has your attention so rattled today?

I narrowed my gaze and raised my blade. “Focus,” ordered.

But she couldn’t. Her flush deepened, especially when Orryx chuckled behind her, murmuring something under his breath that made her glare at him.

Another tap–this time to her arm.

I studied her pink–cheeked, unfocused face. Is it really… because of me?

The thought sparked something dangerous in my chest. I shouldn’t entertain it–should push it down–but I couldn’t ignore the flicker of satisfaction rising in its place. The idea that she was starting to feel something. That maybe, somewhere within her, an awareness was beginning to

awaken. Even if she didn’t yet understand what it meant.

“Again,” I said, keeping my voice low and commanding.

After a few more taps, she finally steadied herself, the trembling in her grip fading as her eyes

locked onto mine. She was still flushed–but this time, with anger.

Good.

I moved, testing her, landing a light tap against her hip. She hissed.

I circled, aiming another quick tap to her arm. She blocked it. Strike after strike, she met me with

better footing and cleaner blocks. I didn’t hold back as much now, wanting to push her limits.

But I was stronger. Faster. My blade struck her thigh with a quick tap, and a smirk curved my lips at

the sight of her deepening scowl. Anger flashed hot in her eyes. She looked like she wanted to

stab me for real.

I swung again, this time for her shoulder.

But this time she didn’t block with her sword.

She dodged, pivoting in with a snarl, her palm crackling with violent light as it collided with the flat of my blade. Heat and energy burst between us in a blinding flash. The metal warped under her touch, melting and sagging half–liquid in my grip. Her own sword clattered to the ground, its hilt dripping molten steel between her fingers.

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Around us, the other warriors froze mid–training, staring wide–eyed at the melted swords in our

hands.

Eirlys‘ eyes widened in horror. “I… I didn’t mean to,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”

I glanced at the ruined blade sagging in my grip, then back at her trembling form, fighting the urge to laugh. I tossed the melted sword aside with a shrug. “You don’t need to apologize,” I said quietly. “You did really well today.”

Her eyes shimmered with tears. “But I lost control again,” she said, her voice cracking.

I reached for her hand–the one that had blocked my blade–turning it over to check for burns or injuries. Relief loosened something tight in my chest when I found none.

“You didn’t lose control,” I said firmly, meeting her gaze. “Your instincts kicked in to protect yourself. That’s what this training is for… to teach you how to survive.”

“But I…” she stammered. “I ruined your sword.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, you did,” I said, allowing a small smile to tug at my lips. “Yours too.”

With a nudge of my boot, I kicked the twisted blades aside to keep them out of the way. “Looks like

we’ll both be needing new swords soon.”

MIRAEL’S POV

Mirael fastened the final clasp of her dark cloak, the deep hood casting half her face in shadow. Sitting at the edge of her bed, she reached for a small box on her nightstand and opened it with careful fingers. Inside lay a slender silver ring crowned with a gleaming black stone.

She slipped it onto her middle finger, pausing to study the dark gem’s glassy surface. It shimmered faintly in the dim light, and for a moment, her gaze softened with quiet reverence.

The ring had belonged to her grandmother, and to her grandmother before that. It was an heirloom

passed down in secret, through bloodlines wise enough never to speak of such relics openly.

Forbidden, yes–but powerful. Its magic amplified her own, weaving her illusions tighter, rendering her invisibility flawless even against the most heightened senses.

No one knew she possessed it.

And she intended to keep it that way.

She stood up and pulled the hood up higher over her hair, letting her magic slip across her skin, cloaking her in silence and shadow. She always wore the ring whenever she left her chambers unseen, and today was no different.

Her gaze drifted to the window, her thoughts darkening.

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So far, her invisibility had never failed her. Except with one.

Eirlys.

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The girl grated on her every nerve. Somehow, despite all Mirael’s skill and the ring’s ancient power, Eirlys sensed her when she lurked too close. The first time, Mirael had nearly been caught.

And in the infirmary… she was certain Eirlys had sensed her again.

She clenched her jaw, her nails biting into her palm. “Stupid girl,” she hissed under her breath.

Always in my way.”

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