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He nods weakly, watching me with a sick fascination. “Yes. She’s far more powerful than she knows, but that power comes with a price. If the bond between you deepens...if it results in a child...well... that child could have the strength of both the Dragon and the Elf, enough to restore what was lost to your kind.”

The air suddenly feels heavy around me. Vevina wasn’t just my bride, our bond was more significant than I could have ever imagined. The wizards had feared the return of such a union because of what it represented. A child born from our bond could possess the power to unite Dragon and Elf magic once again. Something that could turn the tide against our enemy’s plot to destroy us.

Falkor’s voice breaks through the tension. “And that’s why you want her dead. Not just Aodhan, but her too. Because together, they’re dangerous to you.”

The man’s silence is all the confirmation we need. I clench my fists, anger boiling beneath my skin. They hadn’t just been trying to stop our bond. They’d been trying to prevent the return of draconic magic in its most potent form.

But Vevina had already started to awaken. Her powers were only the beginning, and if the human was right, those powers would grow. They feared her potential, but they hadn’t counted on how strong she already was.

I moved closer to the prisoner, my voice cold as I speak. “You’ve made a fatal mistake. Vevina is stronger than you could ever understand. And now that we know what she’s capable of, you’ll never get close enough to finish what you started.”

Turning on my heel, I gesture to Drago and Falkor. “We’ve heard enough. Let him rot.”

As we walked away, my mind was spinning. Vevina had no idea what she truly was, what her magic meant. But I did. And now, more than ever, I knew I had to protect her. Not just because she was my wife, but because she was the key to our future; mine, hers, and our entire race.

Chapter 14

Vevina

Aodhan’s voice wassteady as he finished telling me everything they’d uncovered. It felt surreal, as if I’d fallen into a nightmare that I couldn’t wake from.

“They kidnapped the last Dragon Princess,” he says, his golden eyes locked onto mine, concern shadowing their usual warmth. “It wasn’t the Elves. It was the wizards all along.”

I nod slowly. All the hatred, all the bloodshed between our races... based on a lie. I felt an overwhelming surge of anger, not just at the wizards, but at the long, bitter years of loss and war that could have been avoided. “So, the war started because of a misunderstanding,” I say softly, my voice trembling slightly. “All that death...”

Aodhan’s jaw tightens. “Yes. And they’ve been using it ever since to keep us divided.”

Before I can reply, there’s a knock at the door. One of the guards enters, a younger dragon with nervous energy. “A messenger has arrived, Princess,” he announces, handing me a sealed scroll.

The moment I see the familiar seal, my heart clenches. It’s from my father. I hadn’t heard from him since I was married off to Aodhan, not in any personal way, and now, of all times, he decides to reach out? I swallow hard, feeling Aodhan’s curious gaze on me as I broke the seal open.

The scroll was old, worn; clearly it had been delayed for some time. The parchment felt fragile between my fingers as I unrolled it and began to read. My father’s handwriting was unmistakable, though it was messier than usual, as if he had written it in haste.

"My dearest Vevina,

I hope this message reaches you safely, though by the time it does, much will have already unfolded. I can only ask for your understanding and forgiveness for what I am about to reveal..."

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