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The Silverston Empire teeters on the edge of ruin. A foolish emperor and his reckless sons cling to power, while the nobility, consumed by greed and ambition, bleed the empire dry. The people live in crushing poverty, women are silenced by systemic oppression, and magic—once a source of wonder—has been branded as sin. The ancient dragons, symbols of balance and strength, are no more, leaving the land vulnerable and fractured.

All hope rests on the Alcons, a forgotten bastion of power. Its guardians? Six princesses, dismissed as spoiled and unfit for anything beyond luxury. But beneath the silks and jewels lie secrets and strengths even they do not fully understand. In a world spiraling into darkness, can these unlikely heroines rise to reclaim their empire and restore the balance?

Daughters, Swords &Dragons

Day six of torturing Regasus.

The cold, damp prison cell reeked of rusted iron and decaying flesh. Moss clung stubbornly to the stone walls, thriving in the humid air that seemed to press down like an oppressive weight on anyone trapped within.

Torchlight flickered faintly, casting eerie, undulating shadows across the room. The faint wails of prisoners from the outer areas seemed like ghosts lamenting their fates, until Aras's laughter cut through the gloom like a serrated blade.

The sound was sharp, cruel, and utterly devoid of humanity. It echoed off the stone walls and silenced the distant cries. It was the kind of laughter that made men pray for deafness.

"Have you finally gone baloney, King Regasus?" Aras asked, his words laced with mockery, as though he were addressing a fool instead of a fallen king.

Regasus, chained to the far wall, raised his head sharply, his disheveled hair clinging to his sweat-soaked face.

ARA: CHAPTER 47