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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

Red hair was indeed rare in Orgaia as it was in Silverston, let alone green eyes, which was an only Alcon trait.

This was why Deya wore her cape's hood most of the time.

The wooden bowl of onion soup was placed before Deya.

She hated onions but had to remind herself that she wasn't in the palace and had eaten blood demon guts for days, so this was much better.

She drank it all at once. There were two rooms, one as tiny as a shelf, that is where they currently spread their mats to turn in for the night.

The three of them squeezed into one room, yet it was the warmest Deya had felt in days.

"It's a bit small," Yul remarked, staring at her in the darkness.

"You don't talk much, do you?" Yul stated, and Deya's response was a stare.

"Where are your parents?" Yul asked, and Deya's heart squeezed. For weeks, she had not felt the absence of her parents as she was constantly battling to stay alive.

DEYA: CHAPTER 61