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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

In the early hours of the morning, Deya accompanied Prish and Yul to the stream, the cool pre-dawn air carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers.

The world was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the soft babbling of the stream.

It made her think of the poem of streams.

Beneath the canopy of a waking sky,

Where dawn spills gold as dreams say goodbye,

The stream whispers its gentle refrain,

A liquid melody in morning's domain.

Veiled in mist, it winds and sways,

A silver thread through emerald arrays.

Its surface shimmers, kissed by light,

Reflecting the blush of the sun's first flight.

Pebbles gleam like forgotten stars,

Nestled deep in its flowing memoirs.

By earth's soft heart, forever young.

Dragonflies dance in shimmering arcs,

Their wings igniting like fleeting sparks.

DEYA: CHAPTER 64