The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Shadowed Pursuit

MIRAEL’S POV

Something was definitely going on–and Mirael knew it.

Lately, Kierygan and the others have been acting strangely. Distant. Secretive.

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It was hard enough to spy with Ulyanna’s damnable wards, rendering her illusions useless within the palace grounds. Now, whenever Kierygan retreated behind his shielded doors, it felt like a

silent slap to her pride.

She couldn’t enter. She couldn’t even eavesdrop anymore. And lately, those doors seem to stay

closed far too often.

She paced inside her chamber, replaying the morning in her mind. Kierygan had summoned a

meeting with Ulyanna and Evander even before breakfast.

Then, after breakfast, he told Eirlys to wait for him in his study. Mirael’s teeth clenched at the

memory of the pale–haired girl’s shy nod, and at the way Kierygan’s gaze lingered on her retreating

back.

Something was happening–and she was being locked out.

Mirael hid in a blind spot between the tapestries, her breathing silent and controlled. It wasn’t long

before she saw Eirlys emerge from Kierygan’s study. The girl moved quickly, her silver hair swaying

as she practically ran back toward her chambers.

What did Kierygan need to tell her that was so secret?

Minutes later, the door opened again. Orryx and Callum stepped inside. Their meeting dragged on

longer than she cared to count, her legs growing stiff as she remained hidden in the shadows,

watching and waiting.

When they finally dispersed, Mirael followed Kierygan quietly as he strode across the palace

grounds. He was heading toward Ashteryn’s new forge.

She scowled, her fingers curling into her skirts. She dared not step closer. The wards around that place would repel her before she even touched the door–unless the smith himself allowed her

entrance.

She wanted to scream. Her fists clenched at her sides, the sting of frustration–and betrayal- biting deep into her chest.

But instead, she forced herself to turn away, roaming aimlessly through the courtyards in an attempt to calm her racing thoughts. And perhaps catch a whisper or two.

For a while, it felt like a fruitless endeavor.

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Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something–two royal carriages lined up by the stables, their lacquered doors propped open as stablehands cleaned and polished every inch. Beside them, travel chests were being inspected for damage, their leather straps replaced where

needed.

Mirael’s lips parted slightly as a cold rush of realization flooded through her veins.

Someone was preparing to travel. A long journey, by the looks of it.

She approached the stablehands, her steps slow and deliberate, as though she were simply

strolling the grounds. “Who’s leaving?” she asked lightly.

The stablehands paused their work, inclining their heads respectfully. “My lady,” one of them

replied, “we weren’t informed. We were simply ordered to prepare two carriages before dawn

tomorrow.”

Mirael offered them a sweet smile and waved a dismissive hand. “I see,” she said softly. “Carry on,

then.”

Mirael barely got a wink of sleep that night, her mind spinning with possibilities and unanswered questions. By the time darkness began to lift from the sky, she was already awake, perched by her window with her knees drawn up to her chest.

The pre–dawn chill seeped through the glass, biting at her skin, but she didn’t move. Her eyes remained fixed intently on the courtyard below.

Then she saw movement.

A small figure stepped out first, silver hair glimmering faintly even in the darkness. Mirael’s stomach twisted into a tight, hot knot.

Eirlys.

Mirael pressed her palm against the cold glass, leaning closer. Behind the girl, a taller figure emerged–broad–shouldered, unmistakable even without his dark cloak billowing behind him. Kierygan moved quietly, carrying two heavy trunks. One large and blackened with dragon–scale leather, the other smaller with silver fittings.

His and hers.

Fury ignited in Mirael’s chest, sharp and searing. She clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached.

He was leaving with her. Taking her somewhere.

She watched as they moved toward the waiting carriages, her eyes narrowing when Evander and Ulyanna appeared to join them.

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What were they up to? And where were they going?

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Mirael stood abruptly and began changing, not bothering to glance at her reflection in the mirror. She wasn’t going to find answers by sitting here and watching from a window.

She was going to follow them.

It was far from easy. Ulyanna’s wards slowed her down, forcing her to weave through narrow corridors and slip out unseen through side exits. By the time she crossed the final barrier of the palace grounds, she was breathless with frustration.

But beyond the wards, her power returned. With a pulse of magic, she blurred into invisibility, the morning breeze ruffling her cloak as she stalked after the carriages at a safe distance.

She kept her pace measured, careful not to get too close. Eirlys might sense her again. That girl might appear soft and empty–headed, but Mirael had seen her powers firsthand. The bracelet might dampen her powers, but when her emotions ran high, she could still unleash immeasurable

damage.

Their first stop was at a roadside shop by mid–morning. Mirael perched unseen among the

branches of a maple tree nearby, listening intently as they spoke over tea and smoked meats.

When she heard Evander mention Morvanya, her breath caught in her throat.

Morvanya.

A sliver of fear lanced through her rage. She knew what awaited her there. King Lucius had never

forgiven the witch who cast a bloodlust spell on half his council to incite chaos–to frame Eirlys.

She swallowed hard, her jaw tightening.

“I have to be very careful,” she whispered to herself

The Morens, especially King Lucius, were among the most cunning beings in all the kingdoms. It

was his ruthless strategy that allowed Morvanya to survive Malric’s invasion. She knew the

vampire realm would be heavily warded. And if they found her trespassing… she would be nothing

more than prey.

Still, she followed. Through forests and valleys, always keeping them within sight. By dusk,

exhaustion clawed at her bones. Her invisibility drained her reserves, but her need for answers

drove her onward.

Then came the rain. It started as a light shower before turning into a relentless downpour, Mirael watched from a thicket as Kierygan’s carriage slowed, Evander appearing ahead in a phantom flicker. She tracked them through the darkening woods to a cave hidden beyond a mossy ridge.

She crept closer, desperate to hear their final words of the day, to glean anything useful. But she moved too quickly, stepped too close. Inside the cave, Eirlys‘ head snapped up sharply, her silver hair catching the flickering firelight. Even that ridiculous rabbit of hers began thumping against the

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hay, agitated.

“Ward the cave,” Kierygan

red his voice cold and commanding.

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Mirael felt the ripple of Ulyanna’s spell extend outward, slamming into her like a glass wall. She

cursed under her breath and retreated quickly, just before her illusion flickered dangerously.

She spent the night curled beneath the thick branches of an old pine, soaked through by the unending rain, her teeth chattering with cold.

But her eyes never left the cave’s shadowed entrance. And her determination to follow them never

wavered.

MORWENNA’S POV

Morwenna sat cross–legged on the cold stone floor of the cave, the damp seeping into her bones.

Around her, dozens of black candles flickered, their wax pooling lik

dark blood on the rough ground. The sharp scent of burned herbs curled thickly in the air, clinging to her hair and clothes.

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