The Gold-Hoarding Dragon

Lorraine had even left a note to avoid getting summoned by him.

Her soul felt lighter. Her brain finally had space to focus on more important things, like leaving. The plans were moving smoothly. Her father had been politically exiled, his power nearly gutted. Zara was failing at her assassination attempts, and most importantly, Leroy was too busy being emotionally unavailable to interfere.

Lorraine stood by her window that evening, sipping her tea like a retired villainess on vacation. She even felt like dressing elaborately that day because she was happy. She watched Zara fumble with a bow and arrow in the training yard below.

There was another reason for her happiness.

The poor thing couldn't even notch the arrow. Her fingers trembled. Her face was pale.

Lorraine smirked.