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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

Outside, the market had returned to its usual rhythm.

The earlier commotion was already fading from memory, replaced by the endless cycle of trade and chatter.

Deya melted back into the crowd, her movements fluid and unremarkable.

Her thoughts, however, were far from the noise around her. She couldn't shake the image of Prish lying in the dirt, her body broken and bleeding.

Deya wasn't one to care for others, sympathy wasn't a luxury she could afford.

But there was something about Prish's quiet resilience, her refusal to crumble completely under Takar's brutality, that stirred an unfamiliar feeling in Deya's chest.

It wasn't pity. No, it was something sharper, darker. Anger.

As she walked, her fingers unconsciously brushed against the hilt of her knife. The blade was a part of her, an extension of her will.

DEYA: CHAPTER 66