The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Fury and Flight

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A low groan escaped me as I tried to stand. Pain flared through every limb, and the deep ache in

my stomach throbbed where Malric’s boot had struck.

Before I could move again, Kierygan was already there. His arm slid firmly under mine, his palm pressing gently between my shoulder blades as he lifted me effortlessly to my feet.

Gently, his other hand tilted my chin up until I met his gaze. Slowly, carefully, his thumb swept across my upper lip, wiping away the blood crusted there. He brushed lightly along the side of my

nose, and I flinched at the touch.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice low and tight.

I nodded weakly. “Only a little,” I whispered.

His jaw clenched, a flicker of rage and pain crossing his eyes. “Your nose is broken,” he said quietly. “And your face is starting to bruise.”

Kierygan turned to Ulyanna and Evander, his voice tight with urgency. “We need to get home. Now. She needs her injuries tended to.”

Ulyanna stepped forward, her eyes soft with concern. “I can ease the pain for now,” she said gently,

raising both hands. “But I’m afraid I don’t have Danajah’s true healer’s touch.”

I swallowed hard and nodded weakly, too drained to form words. As her hands hovered over my ribs and stomach, a soothing warmth spread through my battered body. The throbbing in my

cheek dulled, and the sharp ache in my ribs lightened, though an uncomfortable tightness

remained.

When she lowered her hands, her gaze met mine with quiet apology. “It’s only temporary,” she murmured. “The pain will return once the spell fades. But you’ll manage the journey home.”

“Thank you,” I whispered hoarsely.

Kierygan loosened his hold around my back, his eyes searching mine. “Do you think you can walk?” he asked, his voice rough with worry.

“I can,” I said.

With his hand never leaving my back, we walked together out of the shattered remains of the shop, Evander and Ulyanna flanking us on either side.

As soon as I stepped outside, my gaze fell upon the street beyond.

Bodies lay strewn across the cobblestone path-men twisted at unnatural angles, their ragged

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clothes soaked in blood. Rogues.

Malric’s men.

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Their throats bore deep bite marks; others had vicious slashes across their chests and limbs. Some lay crumpled as if hurled aside by inhuman force. The metallic scent of blood clung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid tang of spent magic

My chest tightened painfully. My steps faltered, and Kierygan’s arm pressed more firmly around my waist to steady me.

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I looked up at him, at the steely fury etched into his features, and then at Evander, whose golden eyes burned with silent menace as he surveyed the c@rnage.

They fought… for me.

The thought swelled in my chest, fragile and unfamiliar. No one had ever fought for me. Not like this. Not with such ferocity.

Tears pricked my eyes again, but I forced them back, lifting my head despite the trembling in my knees.

We soon found ourselves in a vast open space, the market now behind us. I glanced around, confused. Why were we straying farther from where our carriages waited?

As if reading my thoughts, Kierygan spoke. “We can’t take the carriage anymore,” he said, his voice low but firm. “You need to be looked at immediately. And I won’t risk another ambush along the way.”

He paused before turning to Evander. “You’ll take Nibbles with you.”

Evander stepped forward and gently lifted Nibbles from my arms. “Come on, laddie,” he murmured to the rabbit, before giving me a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. He’ll be in good hands.”

I managed a small smile in return. Nibbles would be fine. He’d probably even enjoy the journey-he certainly hadn’t minded when Prince Draven phased us through the city yesterday.

Then Kierygan turned to Ulyanna. “Can you apparate the carriages and coachmen back to Solmere?”

Ulyanna arched a brow, feigning an insulted expression. “Why, of course,” she said with a little scoff.

Kierygan shifted closer to me. His dark gaze locked on mine, resolute and commanding.

“You’re coming with me, Eirlys,” he said quietly. “We’re flying.”

My mouth fell open. “What?”

It felt like I’d been struck in the face again. Did Kierygan just ask me to fly with him?

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His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. “Would you rather phase with Evander?” he asked, his voice edged with impatience.

“No,” I blurted out, the memory of my stomach churning and the bread coming back up still vivid. ” But… are you sure? You want me to fly with you? On your… dragon form?”

His brow arched faintly, as if I’d asked the most obvious question in the world. “How else would I be able to fly, Eirlys?” he said dryly. “Unless Ulyanna lends us her magic broom.”

Ulyanna let out an indignant scoff. “That’s just a myth,” she huffed.

Kierygan began stepping away, and I knew he was about to shift into his dragon form. Panic fluttered in my chest, and I called out to him without thinking.

He halted mid-step and turned back to me, his eyes narrowing in silent question.

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I hurried toward him, fumbling in my pocket before pulling out the silver and gold coins he’d given. me earlier. I struggled to keep them from spilling over my palms as I held them out to him.

“I wanted to return these,” I said softly, ashamed. “I wasn’t able to get anything.”

He stared at me for a long moment before letting out an exasperated sigh. He clicked his tongue in irritation. “By the gods, Eirlys,” he muttered. “You were beaten badly and almost abducted, and that’s what you’re worried about right now?”

“But-“I started, my voice trembling.

He didn’t let me finish. “Keep it,” he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “Save it for later. Get yourself something you like.”

I could only nod, slipping the coins back into my pocket.

Then, before my eyes, Kierygan shifted.

His human form dissolved in a cascade of molten light, scales blooming across his skin like dawn breaking over glass. In the span of a single breath, the towering dragon stood before me-blue and silver scales gleaming, wings half-unfurled to block out the sky.

A gasp slipped from my lips. Even though it wasn’t the first time I’d seen him like this, my chest tightened with a rush of awe and fear. He was breathtaking-deadly, ancient, magnificent. His scales shimmered beneath the sun like polished mirrors scattering fractured light in every direction. His flaming blue and silver eyes, slitted and fathomless, fixed on me with an intensity that stole my breath.

Slowly, he lowered his enormous head, bringing his snout to hover inches from my face. I reached out tentatively, pressing my trembling palm to the cool, smooth scales between his eyes.

“Please… don’t let me fall,” I pleaded, my voice barely audible over the rushing in my ears.

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Kierygan gave a soft rumble in response, warm air washing over me as his snout nudged gently against my forehead-almost like… reassurance.

“Don’t worry, he won’t,” came Evander’s voice from behind, pulling me out of the intimate moment. “Come, let me show you where to hold on before he decides to take off without you. He’s even crabbier in his beast form, you know.”

Kierygan let out a deafening screech, clearly unimpressed. Evander just chuckled. “See what I mean?”

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