The Dragon Prince and the Serpent Queen (Or alternate title: "Throne of Fire and Flesh")
In the Kingdom of Draemyr, where dragons ruled the skies and kings ruled with steel and blood, a prophecy once whispered in shadows had begun to awaken.
> "When fire lays with venom, the world shall burn or bow."
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Prince Kael Vanyr was the last blood heir of House Vanyr — dragon-bonded royals who kept peace through power. His eyes burned like molten gold. His sword had spilled the blood of kings. And beneath his armor, his body bore the marks of dragonfire, earned in battle against the rebellion.
But he was also broken.
Scarred by war. Addicted to flame-spice. And haunted by the memory of his elder brother's murder — a blade to the throat, done in the night. No killer ever found. No justice ever given.
Kael burned with vengeance.
Until she came.
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Queen Nyxa Serathis.
Ruler of the Serpent Court — a feared mountain kingdom shrouded in venom, lies, and ancient forbidden magicks.
She arrived in Draemyr under a flag of truce, draped in midnight silk, her body coiled like temptation. She spoke with poison-laced words and smiled like a knife.
Kael hated her.
But he wanted her more.
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Their first meeting was at the royal feast.
She sipped crimson wine and watched him with serpent eyes. He stormed out before the first course. That night, she entered his chamber without a word.
> "You're the kind of man who breaks things," she whispered.
> "And you're the kind of woman who ruins them," he growled back.
They fought.
Then they fucked — like dragons at war.
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They became inseparable — bound by lust, anger, and a dangerous alliance neither court approved of.
Together, they rode into battle — against orc raiders, rebel houses, and dragon cultists. Their swords danced. Their bodies burned. Blood and flame. Flesh and betrayal.
But while Kael wanted peace between their kingdoms, Nyxa had secrets buried deeper than any dungeon.
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One night, drunk on love and power, Kael showed her the Draconis Vault — hidden beneath the throne room, guarded by flame wards and ancient oaths.
Inside was the Crown of Yzareth — an artifact that could summon all dragons in the world to bow before its wearer.
> "Swear to me," Kael said, pressing his lips to hers. "You'll never take it."
She smiled.
> "I swear."
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The next morning, the Vault was empty.
So was her bed.
So was the throne.
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Nyxa vanished, and with her went every dragon in the Vanyr bloodline — including Kael's own bonded beast, Rhazion, who roared betrayal across the skies before vanishing.
The Serpent Queen had stolen the dragons, broken the blood-oath, and declared herself Empress of the Burning Realms.
Kael was left alone.
Crowned King of Ashes.
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War followed.
Firestorms. Massacres. Cities reduced to bone and cinder. Nyxa led the dragons, now corrupted by dark venomic magic, turning them into monstrous serpents of chaos. Her beauty became legend. Her cruelty — feared.
Kael swore revenge.
He united the shattered kingdoms — the Wolf Clans, the Iceborn, the Nameless Sand Tribes. All beneath one burning banner:
"Death to the Serpent Queen."
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But she had one last gift for him.
At the siege of Mythragon, where his army finally breached her fortress gates, Kael found her waiting in the throne room — naked beneath a robe of serpents, eyes glowing with dragonfire.
> "You wanted love, Kael," she whispered.
"But I was born to burn empires."
Then she lunged.
They fought like gods.
Steel. Flame. Flesh.
He stabbed her.
She kissed him.
They fell.
Both bleeding.
Both laughing.
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She whispered in his ear as her life faded.
> "The Vault… was only a decoy."
> "The true hoard… lies where you once made love to me. Under the bones of your brother's grave…"
Kael's breath caught.
> "Wait— What does that mean?"
But she died.
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The war ended.
Kael lived.
Alone.
Haunted.
A kingdom to rebuild, but a heart turned to stone.
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One year later…
In the hills beyond Draemyr, a shepherd girl wandered through the ruins of an old battlefield. Her dog barked at a strange hum in the wind.
She stepped over twisted dragon bones and charred armor.
Then — her foot struck stone.
She knelt. Brushed away dust and bone.
A faint glow pulsed.
A hidden stairway revealed.
She descended, heart pounding.
Below, a massive cavern opened — lined with gold, dragon eggs, scrolls of ancient power, and the real Crown of Yzareth, untouched, waiting, watching.
She screamed.
But no one heard her.
No one knew.
Not Kael.
Not the dragons.
Not even the gods.
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TO BE CONTINUED…