The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: The Long Journey Ahead

KIERYGAN’S POV

There were decisions & Ving made because they were wise And there were decisions he made because there was simply no other choice

As I stood there, staring down in the parchment sy hand at the weight of both pressing anto my shoulders. The words, scrawled in Ulyanna’s hurred and were meaningless to me But whatever they meant they were about hair

About Eirlys

About the dreams that tormented her each night and haunted me just as fiercely

If there was even the slightest chance to end her fears–to finally uncover what those memories were trying to tell us–I would take i Even if it med walking into the lair of the most cunning and dangerous creature in the realm

“I’ll go.” I said, breaking the silence. My voice was a resolute. “If it will help her, I’ll go to Morvanya”

vander studied me for a long moment, his amber eyes darkening with something between doubt and worry. Finally, he exhaled a sharp sigh. “You cant be serious”

“I am,” I said quietly

He shook his head, jaw tightening “You do realize if my father learns what Eirlys truly is, he’ll make demands in exchange for his help.”

I shrugged. “I already suspect your father knows what she is,” I said, my voice low and controlled. If Lucius demands a price, then he can have it–from me. As long as it does not endanger her.”

Ulyanna’s gaze flicked between us her lips pressed into a thin line. “At the very least… if you’re

going, do not go alone.”

“I wasn’t planning to” I replied. “I intend to bring hetooth me.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line “Does this mean you’re finally going to tell her what she is?”

1 let out a quiet breath “Yes” I said “selt her what she is

Evander arched a brow. “And what about what she is to you??

My chest ached at the words. I wished i could tell her if things were different, would have. But nothing about this is simple. And nothing about he is ordinary.

“That will have to want I murmured

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Evander’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t argue. “Then I’m coming too,” he said. “If my father is scheming something, I’ll know.”

“I’m coming as well,” Ulyanna added, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Evander paced the room before turning back to me. “And how are you planning to travel?” he asked. “Are you going to fly her there?”

“No,” I said flatly. “We’re traveling the normal way.”

He raised a brow. “Oh. Still don’t want anyone riding on you, I see,” Evander drawled. “I just thought … since she’s your mate, you’d finally let someone.‘

I didn’t answer right away. The truth was, nothing would please me more than to take her with me into the skies. But I wanted to make the most out of this journey. Traveling the usual way meant

more time with her.

Finally, I spoke. “I think it would be good for her to see other places… to create new experiences,” I

said quietly. “It might help with her nightmares.”

Ulyanna hummed softly. “Then it’s settled,” she said “I’ll send word to King Lucius to inform him of

our arrival.”

I gave another nod. “And this stays between us, as always,” I said, my voice leaving no room for

argument. Then I turned and strode toward the door. “We leave at dawn.”

EIRLYS‘ POV

Kierygan wasn’t there when I woke up.

For a fleeting moment, disappointment flickered through me. I’d grown used to him being the first

thing I saw each morning–his presence a comfort never thought I’d crave.

I lay still, staring up at the ceiling, and let out a quiet breath. He was a king. There were matters far

more important than sitting here, watching over me. The last thing I wanted was to hinder him from his responsibilities just because I had nightmares at night.

I finally got up and splashed cool water onto my face, wincing at the chill, before quickly dressing. Nibbles stirred in his sleep but didn’t bother waking as I slipped out the door.

When I arrived at breakfast, the table felt emptier than usual. Kierygan wasn’t there. Neither were Evander nor Ulyanna. Orryx nodded in greeting while Callum offered a small smile and wave. Mirael, seated to my right, continued chatting with the others, so I ignored her in turn.

Halfway through my meal, footsteps approached.

Kierygan entered first, flanked by Ulyanna and Evander. Their expressions were dark and

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unreadable. I shot Kierygan a quick glance as he took his seat. None of them spoke until Mirael

broke the silence.

“Kier,” she purred softly, leaning forward, “you look tense this morning. Perhaps you and I can-”

“Not now, Mirael,” Kierygan cut her off sharply.

His

gaze flicked to me then, lingering. I swallowed hard and focused on finishing the last of my

meal. When I set my fork down, his voice reached me again.

“Are you done?”

“Yes,” I replied softly, standing and smoothing my skirts.

“Good.” He picked up his fork and knife again. “Go to my study. Wait for me there.”

I nodded silently. As I turned to leave, I felt his eyes on my back, adding to the tight coil of unease

in my chest. Whatever he wanted to discuss must be important. Otherwise, he would have told me

at the table already.

I sat quietly in Kierygan’s study, my hands folded in my lap as I tried to still the nervous tapping of

my fingers. The silence pressed against me.

To distract myself, I glanced around, letting my eyes roam over the rows upon rows of books lining

the high shelves. Some spines were worn with age, their gilded titles faded; others gleamed like

they had only been placed there yesterday. I wondered how many of them he had read. Probably

all of them.

On the opposite wall hung a large map. I rose from the chair and walked over to it, my slippers

silent on the polished floor. The parchment was detailed, drawn with meticulous precision.

Mountain ranges sprawled across its surface like jagged scars, while forests spread out in dark green patches. Cities marked with tiny sigils dotted the lands, their names inked in flowing script.

The world seemed so vast.

My gaze drifted across the markings. Lireia, Morvanya, Evenfall, Solmere, Val’Thirael… Names I

only knew from books and overheard conversations. The only two places I had ever truly seen

were Vargheim and Altierra.

My fingers hovered over Vargheim’s mark. Home, once. Prison, truly.

The quiet click of the door behind me made me flinch. I turned sharply, my heart thudding hard

against my ribs.

Kierygan stood there, the faintest crease between his brows as his eyes found mine. He shut the

door behind him and strode forward.

“Pack some of your things, Eirlys,” he said without preamble, his voice calm but firm. “We leave for

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