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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

It was cold...his body shivered from the temperature. Surrounded by pitch blackness and nothingness, clusterphobic in the tightness of the space.

His body brushed against the hardness of the jagged wall, everytime he moved carelessly it would scrap his flesh and wounds.

The space became tighter as books filled the space around him.

He couldn't see to read them so he felt them with his fingers.

It was better than the voices, than to remember he is alone in the darkness.

Than to remember there's no air, he was suffocating from breathing in his own carbon dioxide back into his lungs.

He was sweat when he had a drop of water all day, help...help me.

His mind cried but his mouth wound not move those words didn't even make meaning anymore.

The first fifty days he stayed there he couldn't breathe, he screamed and cried none stop he thought if he cried hard enough someone...anyone who feel sympathy and set him free.

ARA: CHAPTER 72