The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: What Her Dreams Reveal

KIERYGAN’S POV

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Lucius tore his gaze from the parchment and studied me with shrewd curiosity. “I could,” he said,

his voice smooth as silk. “But may I ask… where did you acquire this passage?”

I hesitated for only a moment before letting out a quiet sigh. My eyes flicked briefly to Eirlys,

catching the confusion and curiosity warring across her face.

“It came from Eirlys,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her stiffen. Her head snapped toward me in shock, but I kept my gaze locked on Lucius.

“It was from her dream,” I continued. “A fae woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to her

and appeared to be a queen–spoke to Eirlys and uttered those words.”

Lucius raised a single pale brow, his eyes flicking sharply to me with renewed interest. I could

almost see his clever mind already racing ahead, piecing together theories and connections.

Ulyanna leaned forward, her expression solemn. “We believe,” she said softly, “that these dreams

are not dreams at all… but memories. Fragments of who she was, manifesting as visions while she

sleeps.”

Lucius remained silent for a moment, studying me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.

Slowly, he clasped his hands together on the table before turning his gaze to Eirlys.

“I thought you looked familiar, my lady,” he said, his voice smooth and contemplative. “You bear a

striking resemblance to the last known fae queen–Astraea.”

A sick twist turned in my gut. Astraea. I had read her name only in the oldest of records–spoken of

queen of radiant power who vanished into myth, her disappearance eerily aligned with the

of the blight.

nmed my fist onto the table. “What does it say?” I demanded, sharper than I intended.

Lucius‘ pale lips curled faintly, though his eyes retained their glint of cold calculation. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he drawled softly, almost amused.

“Enough stalling,” I snapped. “Translate it.”

He chuckled under his breath, the sound like brittle ce cracking. “Always so direct, Dragon King.” His silver gaze flicked up to meet mine, cool and assessing. “But first, I propose a deal.”

My jaw tightened. “Speak quickly.”

Lucius leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers under his chin. “Protection from the blight,” he

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said calmly.

I frowned. “Don’t you have witches in this realm?”

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“Witches can place wards to slow its spread, yes,” he replied. “But they can’t stop it. You know as

well as I do that this blight is no ordinary sickness.”

He exhaled heavily, a rare flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. “If it continues unchecked, it

will consume every mortal territory in its path,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous

murmur. “And if that happens… Morvanya is next.”

Silence fell across the room, the distant crackle of the hearth the only sound echoing in the heavy

stillness.

I narrowed my eyes at him, my mind already turning. The blight devouring human lands was

concerning enough… but if it crossed into Morvanya, it would reach Vargheim. Then Altierra. My

kingdom.

“And how exactly do you expect me to protect your realm from it?” I asked coldly.

Lucius held my gaze for a moment before turning his eyes to Eirlys. “Because I believe you already

have the cure,” he said softly.

Eirlys blinked, confusion clouding her gaze. “Me?” she whispered, glancing up at me with wide,

questioning eyes. “I think you’re mistaken, Your Highness. My light… my magic… it only ever brought destruction.”

A flicker of amusement crossed Lucius‘ face before his gaze slid to me, sharp and knowing. His

lips curved faintly as his eyes narrowed. “You haven’t told her, have you?”

Eirlys turned to me, her eyes wide with confusion and something sharper–hurt, perhaps. Her voice

trembled as she asked, “What… what is it you haven’t told me?”

The room fell into a thick, suffocating silence.

Lucius leaned back in his chair, his pale brows arching in lazy amusement. “Shall I tell her myself,” he drawled softly, “or will you, Kierygan?”

My jaw clenched. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me–Ulyanna’s quiet patience, Evander’s silent

encouragement, Lucius‘ cold calculation. But it was Eirlys‘ gaze that burned the most. Raw desperation flickered in her eyes, fragile and pleading.

I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand across my jaw before meeting her stare. “We weren’t sure at first, “I said, my voice low and rough. “Not until the night you were attacked in the forest. When you glowed so brightly… almost blinding.”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. “What… what about it? What does my glow mean?”

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I leaned back slightly, studying her pale, stricken face. “Your glow didn’t just break the bloodlust spell cast on the vampire nobles,” I said evenly. “It brought Ashteryn back from the brink of death.”

She shook her head, blinking rapidly. “No… no, that’s not possible. I didn’t-”

“You did,” I interrupted quietly, my gaze locked on hers.

Her lips parted soundlessly, her shoulders trembling as she tried to process my words. A fragile silence stretched between us, heavy and taut.

Finally, she whispered, her voice cracking, “Then… what am I?”

I drew in a slow, steadying breath as the truth burned hot and heavy on my tongue. “You’re not a witch, Eirlys,” I said softly. “You’re fae.”

She froze, her amethyst eyes wide and shimmering with disbelief.

“A Stellar Fae,” I added, my voice dropping to a reverent murmur. “The last of your kind.”

She stared at me as if I had struck her, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“I… I can’t be,” she whispered, her voice cracking. She shook her head so hard her braid whipped across her shoulders. “That’s… impossible. The fae are gone.”

“My lady,” Lucius interjected smoothly, his

walked this earth longer than you can begin to fathom. I have met creatures and kinds beyond counting,” he said, his pale eyes glinting with quiet certainty. “Your scent… your presence tells me exactly what you are.”

ne calm yet carrying the weight of centuries. “I have

Her words faltered into silence, leaving only the ragged sound of her breathing in the room.

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