The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: The Morning After

EIRLYS‘ POV

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I woke to a pounding in my head, each throb sending sharp flashes of pain behind my eyes. A soft groan slipped from my lips as I curled further into the warmth enveloping me.

It took a moment before I realized that warmth wasn’t just from the blankets.

It was from Kierygan.

Even with my vision blurred, and my senses dulled by the pounding in my head, I knew it was him. His scent–burning birchwood, frost, and something unmistakably his–wrapped around me, soothing the ache.

Careful not to wake him, I shifted my head slightly. His breathing was deep and even, his face relaxed in sleep. The morning light was only just creeping through the heavy curtains, casting gold lines across his sharp features.

Slowly, I turned my gaze around the room, blinking until the blur softened. The space was

unfamiliar. Rich tapestries draped the walls, while carved stone pillars framed the balcony beyond heavy curtains. Pillows lay scattered everywhere–across the bed and floor–as if a whirlwind had swept through.

Then it all came rushing back.

Obsidia. The palace. Dinner. Feeling unwell.

But everything after that was hazy, a swirling fog of half–formed impressions I couldn’t quite grasp.

I remembered… warmth. His voice, murmuring low and rough against my ear. His hands on my

skin. His lips on mine.

Heat flooded my cheeks at the memory.

No, that had to be a dream… hadn’t it? Just a dream. A very pleasant dream. Because something

like that could never happen in real life. It was far too good to be real.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry and tight. Before I could piece anything else together, a soft knock

sounded at the chamber door.

“Eirlys?” came Ulyanna’s calm, muffled voice from the other side. “Are you awake, dear?”

I parted my lips to answer, but as I moved to throw off the blankets and rise, I froze.

My heart stopped completely.

The blankets had slipped low around my hips, baring my torso to the cold morning air. Panic tightened in my chest. I pulled the covers back up in a frantic rush, clutching them to myself with

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Chapter 73: The Morning After

Chapter 73: The Morning After

EIRLYS‘ POV

+25 Points

I woke to a pounding in my head, each throb sending sharp flashes of pain behind my eyes. A soft groan slipped from my lips as I curled further into the warmth enveloping me.

It took a moment before I realized that warmth wasn’t just from the blankets.

It was from Kierygan.

Even with my vision blurred, and my senses dulled by the pounding in my head, I knew it was him. His scent–burning birchwood, frost, and something unmistakably his–wrapped around me, soothing the ache.

Careful not to wake him, I shifted my head slightly. His breathing was deep and even, his face relaxed in sleep. The morning light was only just creeping through the heavy curtains, casting gold lines across his sharp features.

Slowly, I turned my gaze around the room, blinking until the blur softened. The space was

unfamiliar. Rich tapestries draped the walls, while carved stone pillars framed the balcony beyond heavy curtains. Pillows lay scattered everywhere–across the bed and floor–as if a whirlwind had

swept through.

Then it all came rushing back.

Obsidia. The palace. Dinner. Feeling unwell.

But everything after that was hazy, a swirling fog of half–formed impressions I couldn’t quite grasp.

I remembered… warmth. His voice, murmuring low and rough against my ear. His hands on my skin. His lips on mine.

Heat flooded my cheeks at the memory.

No, that had to be a dream… hadn’t it? Just a dream. A very pleasant dream. Because something like that could never happen in real life. It was far too good to be real.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry and tight. Before I could piece anything else together, a soft knock sounded at the chamber door.

“Eirlys?” came Ulyanna’s calm, muffled voice from the other side. “Are you awake, dear?”

I parted my lips to answer, but as I moved to throw off the blankets and rise, l’froze.

My heart stopped completely.

The blankets had slipped low around my hips, baring my torso to the cold morning air. Panic tightened in my chest. I pulled the covers back up in a frantic rush, clutching them to myself with

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trembling fingers.

Gods. I was naked. Completely, utterly naked under the thick blankets.

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My pulse roared in my ears as I stared at the closed door, wide–eyed with horror. Slowly, I turned to

look at Kierygan lying beside me. The blanket was pulled low on his hips, barely covering his

bottom.

He was naked too.

Panic seized my chest.

What… what happened last night?

I heard Ulyanna’s sigh from behind the door. “I’m coming in,” she called gently.

My eyes widened in panic. “Wait-!”

But it was too late.

The door swung open, and Ulyanna stepped inside, still in her pale lilac night robe, her hair braided

down her back. She had a small, relieved smile on her face as she said, “I just wanted to check on

you, dear, to see if you’re feeling better after…”

Her words cut off abruptly.

Her eyes landed on me first–wrapped in the blankets, clutching them up to my chin with burning

cheeks. Then her gaze shifted to Kierygan, who was sprawled beside me under the sheets,

bare–chested, his hair mussed from sleep.

Ulyanna’s mouth fell open.

For a moment, she just stood there, blinking. Then her eyes narrowed. Without a word, she bent

down, grabbed one of the pillows that had fallen to the floor, and began hitting Kierygan with it.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He groaned, shifting under the barrage of blows, blinking awake in confusion. “Ulyanna,” he

mumbled, squinting up at her. “What in the-”

Thud.

“How could you-” Thud. “-take advantage-” Thud “-of the poor girl?!”

Kierygan blinked again, half–asleep and scowling as he raised an arm to shield his face. “What the

hell are you talking about?”

But she only hit him again, her hair swinging furiously behind her. “Don’t you ‘what the hell‘ me, Kierygan! She was intoxicated last night, and you–She gestured wildly at the two of us, her cheeks flushed with outrage. “-you’re naked in bed with her!”

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Kierygan pushed himself up on one elbow, the sheets falling dangerously low around his hips. My breath caught in my throat, and I squeaked, burying my burning face deeper into the blankets.

“Would you relax? It’s not what you think,” Kierygan said flatly, rubbing his face with one large hand as if trying to wake himself up fully. “She threw up all over both of us, and I cleaned her up. That’s

all.”

Ulyanna’s eyes narrowed further, her grip tightening around the pillow. She studied us in silence for

a long, tense moment before leaning in, her voice low and dangerous.

“You’d better pray to the old gods that’s true, Kierygan,” she hissed. “Because if it isn’t, I won’t

hesitate to curse you so thoroughly your precious member will shrivel up and fall off.”

Then she turned to me, her expression softening instantly. “Are you all right, Eirlys?”

I nodded quickly. “I’m fine.”

“Are you… hurt in any way?” she asked, her voice gentler now, searching my face for any sign of

distress.

I shook my head frantically. “Just… my head.”

Her gaze softened even more as she let out a quiet sigh of relief, before shooting Kierygan one last

venomous glare. She set the pillow back down with deliberate care.

“I’ll brew something for your headache,” she said to me softly. Then her tone hardened as she

addressed us both. “Now get dressed. We have a lot to discuss with Lucius today.”

With that, she turned on her heel and swept out of the room, leaving behind a choking silence filled

only by the frantic pounding of my heart.

I remained silent, pressing my back harder against the headboard as I clutched the blankets around myself.

Beside me, Kierygan let out a tired sigh, dragging a hand through his hair before his cool, assessing

gaze shifted to me. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

My heart pounded so hard it hurt. I swallowed, clutching the blankets tighter. “Erm… no,” I

whispered, shaking my head. “Did… did something happen?”

He raised a brow, his expression unreadable. “Let me remind you,” he said evenly. “You were rather

naughty last night, Eirlys.”

My heart stopped. “I was?” I choked out, feeling heat rush to my cheeks.

Part of me didn’t want to know. But another part burned with curiosity. “What… what did I do?”

His lips curled slightly. “You kissed me,” he said. “Then you asked me–no, you pleaded with me–to kiss you.”

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