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Chapter 436
~Kaid’s POV~
Davion’s words sent a chill down my spine.
Kaid’s fists clenched. "Then why would the Elders want it?"
Davion’s gaze darkened. "Because once, long ago, a werewolf tried to use it. And it nearly destroyed everything. Also, until when will you two drop the lie on these elders for them to send two royals after such a thing?"
Kaid stuttered, no words forming, and then Davion smiled. "We’d know. We dragons can sll your emotions, especially your fear and lies. So I’d be careful if I were you."
His smirk grew as a sharp breath left my lips.
"So who do you really want to bring back?"
I lowered my gaze, and then Kaid spoke. "Her ex-husband."
If looks could kill, then mine would have killed Kaid by now.
"Ex-husband? Interesting. The love interest is bringing back his rival, whom the candidate hasn’t forgotten about?" He chuckled. "Now, even I didn’t see this coming."
I tried to ignore the amusent in his tone while looking at us with those unbelieving eyes of his. Instead, my mind raced, trying to grasp the weight of his previous words. "What... what happened in the past?"
Davion didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, he turned his head slightly. "Release them."
I barely had ti to process his words before the golden binds around my wrists and ankles shimred, then dissolved into nothing.
The mont the magic disappeared, I inhaled sharply, flexing my fingers as the strange weight lifted.
Kaid was already up, rubbing his wrists, his muscles coiled and ready to strike if needed.
But Davion wasn’t looking at him. He was still looking at .
"Co," he finally said. "If you want the truth... You should hear the full story."
A part of wanted to argue, to request answers now, but I could see it in his eyes—this wasn’t sothing he could explain in just a few words.
I glanced at Kaid. He nodded once, his expression set.
Together, Kaid and I walked behind the Dragon Prince as he led us out of the room we were in.
We followed a long tunnel, and as soon as we stepped out into the light, my breath caught in my throat.
I saw a city that looked different yet so modern. I was speechless. It was an endless stretch of elegance and power woven into one.
Even in the dimness of night, it glead, alive with the glow of golden lanterns that lined the streets.
Towering structures of white stone and silver arched toward the sky, their spires were intricate with swirling patterns that shimred under the soft light.
Bridges of polished obsidian connected different sections, and beneath them, rivers of what seed like molten gold or a trick of the light coursed through channels, illuminating the pathways with an otherworldly glow.
But what truly stole my breath were the dragons.
They were everywhere.
They were not in their fully shifted forms or entirely human. Instead, they existed in a state in between—humanoid bodies adorned with wings and horns flicking behind them.
Their scales caught the glow of the golden rivers, reflecting light in dazzling hues. So walked like us, but others chose to fly, their wings beating softly against the cool night air as they moved through the towering structures.
I swallowed, overwheld by the sheer magnificence of it all. "This is..." I trailed off, words failing .
"Unexpected?" Davion smirked, glancing at from the side. "You think just because we’re dragons, we lack civilization?"
I ignored the teasing edge in his voice, still unable to pull my gaze away from the breathtaking sight before . Kaid, beside , was equally silent, his sharp eyes scanning everything with quiet intensity.
We got into a car waiting for him,, and Davion led us toward the palace in the heart of the city. Even from afar, its presence was commanding.
Unlike the Lycan palace, which was built with cold, rigid authority, this one radiated a regal strength that felt ancient.
The towering castle-like structure was a masterpiece of craftsmanship—tall white spires stretched high, so curving in elegant arcs while others ford platforms where dragons could land and perch.
The walls glead like polished pearls under the moonlight, and at their grand entrance, two enormous statues of dragons stood guard, their eyes glowing faintly as if they were alive.
Kaid let out a low whistle. "I have to admit... this is impressive."
I nodded, still in awe. Dragons didn’t just exist in power. They thrived in it.
We entered through towering golden doors that opened without a single touch, as if sensing our presence. Inside, the grandeur only intensified—vast halls lined with banners of deep violet and gold, high ceilings with intricate carvings of dragons in flight, and a throne room that exuded an aura of absolute dominance.
At the far end, Davion took his seat on the throne.
It wasn’t an ordinary seat—it was a grand structure carved from obsidian and inlaid with veins of shimring gold. The backrest stretched high, shaped like unfurled wings, and at the very top, a single dragon eye was embedded into the stone, glowing softly.
The mont Davion sat, the air shifted, the weight of his authority settling over the room.
"Now," he said, his voice smoother, deeper. "Let’s talk about why you’re truly here."
Kaid and I exchanged glances, then turned our attention back to the Dragon Prince.
His violet eyes darkened slightly. "The Golden Scale... You think it’s rely a relic of power. Sothing to bring back the dead." He leaned forward. "But you don’t know the truth of what it cost the last ti a werewolf king tried to take it."
The room fell into silence.
Then, Davion spoke of the past.
A ti when dragons had their own internal struggles. A younger prince, power-hungry and impatient, had sought the throne that was not his.
And in his desperation, he made a deal with a werewolf king—a king who was desperate for the Golden Scale to revive soone he had lost—his mate.
"You know, the older prince had refused. Giving away his scale would have weakened him, made him vulnerable. But the werewolf king hadn’t listened and went after the second prince."
I inhlaed, already knowing what this was coming into.
"A war had nearly erupted when the werewolf sided with the younger dragon prince, promising him an army in exchange for the Scale. But in the end, betrayal ca swiftly."
"How so? The older prince killed his brother?"
Davion’s eyes narrowed. "The younger prince never planned to give the werewolf king the real Scale—only a fake, ant to keep him fighting on his behalf. When the werewolf king overheard the deception, rage consud him. He unleashed his armies upon the dragons."
"Figured," Kaid stated, but Davion ignored him and carried on.
"The second prince had, in the anti, poisoned his older brother, slipping silver into his drink. But the first prince had grown suspicious. Instead of drinking, he had forced his servant to taste it when she tried insisting he take the drink. She refused—then tried to stab him."
"That was bold," I couldn’t help but comnt. It was bold and stupid, knowing the older prince could easily take her out, and he did.
"Well, she was his younger brother’s one-ti lover but that did not stop the older herbody hit the floor a mont later, her neck snapped.
"So... when the younger prince finally attacked his brother, thinking him weak... he lost. The first prince, stronger and now filled with fury, struck him down. And then he led the dragons into battle."
"We all know how that ended," the stormy winged dragon from earlier walked in and added. "The werewolves lost."
"The king was slain, and the war left scars on both sides. The dragons swore never to let their sacred scales be taken again."
Davion looked dead in the eye as though expecting to say sothing to try and defend my ancestors but I couldn’t. Even I knew he was stupid using the right to his advantage.
The tale left a heavy silence in its wake. I exhaled, processing everything.
Kaid, beside , looked just as shaken, not because of the story but because of what it ant for us—for .
Then, I stepped forward. My hands clenched at my sides as I t Davion’s gaze. "I understand," I said, my voice steady despite the weight in my chest. "But tell —what must I do to get the Scale?" I swallowed hard. "I need to bring him back. He died saving ."
Davion’s expression remained unreadable. Then, he spoke, his tone unreadable.
"A noble sacrifice," he mused. "I must comnd Snow Zephyr."
I froze.
My breath hitched, and beside , Kaid stiffened. My heart pounded as I took a step forward. "How do you know his na?"
Davion’s lips curled slightly, though it wasn’t quite a smile. "Because I am many things, Zara." His eyes flicked to Kaid. "For one, your companion has been trying his best to keep out of his head. But you..." His gaze returned to , sharp, knowing. "You always think about him."
I felt my throat tighten.
"I bet he loved you greatly," Davion murmured.
I lowered my head.
He did, Snow did.
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