NOVEL NEXT Chapter 120: The Queen's Dinner
The royal carriage moved through the obsidian streets of Pyronis like a golden ghost. Its wheels, forged from enchanted sunstone, made no sound against the polished volcanic rock, creating an unnerving silence broken only by the distant, rhythmic clang of the Great Forge and the low, rumbling snores of the dragons sleeping atop the city's crystalline towers.
Inside, the air was thick with a tension that could be cut with a blade. I sat opposite Christina, the carriage's interior lavishly appointed with crimson silks and cushions stuffed with the down of some rare, unfortunate bird. The space felt both intimate and isolating, a gilded cage rolling through a city of predators.
Christina stared out the window, her reflection a pale, ethereal specter against the passing firelight of the city. She hadn't spoken a word since we'd left the mansion. Her silence wasn't angry or resentful; it was the quiet of a mind processing a reality that had been shattered and remade in the span of a single day. Her pretend marriage was now a political reality, a shield forged from lies and royal decree.
Yumi was back at the mansion, tucked into bed by Christina's mother after a long and tearful negotiation that ended only when I promised to bring back a pastry made from crystallized lava-nectar4444. That small, innocent anchor in my chaotic life was safe, and her absence now made the weight of the situation all the more profound.
"You're quiet," I observed, my voice low.
Christina turned from the window, her sky-blue eyes meeting mine. The fear that had once dominated them was gone, replaced by a sharp, analytical curiosity. "I'm thinking," she said. "About the game we're playing. About the Queen."
"She's not a piece on the board, Christina," I corrected gently. "She's the one who owns the set."
"And you," she countered, her voice barely a whisper, "are the piece she's never seen before. That makes you dangerous. To her, and to us."
I couldn't help a small, grim smile. She was learning. Fast. The naive girl from the garden was being forged into something new in this crucible of lies and power.
My hand rested near the hilt of the Black Sword of Ruin, which was concealed beneath my formal coat. The System had delivered it to me in a flash of shadow and light the previous night, and its power was a constant, hungry presence at my side. It felt less like a weapon and more like a caged beast, its dark energy thrumming in time with my own heartbeat. It was the reward for a quest I had stumbled into, a quest that had now bound my fate to the girl sitting opposite me.
The carriage slowed as we approached the palace, a living mountain carved from crystalline rock and veined with rivers of molten gold9. Dragon guards, their scales shimmering like a thousand black diamonds, stood silent and motionless, their presence more intimidating than any army of men.
Queen Lilith did not receive us in a grand throne room or a formal dining hall. We were led by her butler, Lorien, through quiet, echoing corridors to a private antechamber high in the palace's central spire. The room was circular, its walls a single, unbroken pane of enchanted crystal that offered a breathtaking, panoramic view of the entire kingdom. Below, the city of Pyronis glittered like a scattered handful of jewels, and the twin moons hung in the star-dusted sky like silver eyes.
Lilith stood by the crystal wall, her back to us, her silhouette a stark, elegant figure against the vastness of the night. She wore a simple but exquisitely tailored gown of deep crimson that seemed to drink the light, her molten-gold hair unbound and cascading down her back like a waterfall of fire
"Leave us," she commanded, her voice soft but absolute. Lorien bowed and retreated, the heavy stone door closing with a soft, final thud.
"Your Majesty," I said, offering a slight, respectful bow. Christina curtsied beside me.
Lilith turned, a slow, dangerous smile playing on her lips. "Ashen. Christina. I trust your… 'honeymoon' period is proceeding as planned?" Her tone was laced with a predatory amusement.
"The act has been established," I replied, my voice neutral. "The court whispers, but they do not dare question a union you have sanctioned."
"Good," she said, gliding toward a small, obsidian table where three crystal goblets and a decanter of deep purple wine waited. "Because the performance is only just beginning." She poured three glasses, the wine shimmering with a faint, magical luminescence. "Tonight, we are not queen and subjects. We are allies. Co-conspirators. And allies should not have secrets from one another."
She handed us each a goblet before settling into a high-backed chair carved from a single, massive dragon bone. "You gave me the truth I needed to purge the traitors from my court," she began, her crimson eyes locking onto mine. "You handed me the justification for a war I have been waiting years to wage. Now, I will give you the truth you need to survive it."
I took a slow sip of the wine. It tasted of ash, berries, and ancient power. "I'm listening."
"The execution of my aunt and uncle was not the end of the rebellion," she said, her voice dropping to a low, serious tone. "It was the beginning. Their faction, the 'Blood Ascendants,' still has roots deep within this kingdom. They believe that my father's peace accords with the other races, particularly the humans, were a betrayal of our draconic heritage. They seek to shatter the balance, to reclaim the world through fire and conquest."
"And you believe they will target me?" I asked.
"Not just you," Lilith corrected, her gaze shifting to Christina. "They will see your 'marriage' as the ultimate symbol of my weakness, of my court's corruption. A nameless human whelp wedding a daughter of a noble dragonkin house? It is an insult to their every belief. They will use it to rally support, to paint me as a queen who has lost her way."
The pieces clicked into place. This wasn't just a private dinner. This was a war council.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, cutting to the heart of the matter.
Lilith's smile returned, sharp and calculating. "The Blood Ascendants are shadows. They hide in plain sight, their loyalty masked by centuries of courtly etiquette. My dragon guard cannot simply storm the estates of every noble house that whispers dissent. To do so would ignite a civil war that would tear this kingdom apart." She leaned forward, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "But you… you are different. You are a shadow. You move in the spaces between, you understand the art of manipulation. You can go where my armies cannot. You can be the scalpel that cuts the cancer from the heart of my kingdom, without killing the patient."
This was her test. The true price of her support. She didn't just want an ally; she wanted a weapon. My weapon.
"You want me to be your personal assassin," I stated, my voice devoid of emotion.
"I want you to be my solution," she countered. "I have a target. A man named Lord Valerius—"
My mind flashed back to the forge, to the arrogant noble who had insulted Christina. "I know him."
A flicker of surprise crossed Lilith's face. "He is the new, self-appointed leader of the Blood Ascendants. He is charismatic, cunning, and has been gathering the scattered remnants of my uncle's faction. He operates from the shadows, from a hidden fortress in the volcanic badlands. Find his fortress. Dismantle his operation. Bring me his head." She paused, taking a slow sip of her wine. "And I will grant you a title, land, and a permanent seat on my advisory council. You will no longer be a 'nameless cur.' You will be a Lord of the Dragon Kingdom."
The offer was staggering. A path to the power and security I craved, a way to build a true sanctuary for Yumi. But the risk was immense. I would be painting a target on my back so large it could be seen from the heavens.
Before I could answer, Christina spoke, her voice quiet but firm. "I will go with him."
Lilith and I both turned to her, stunned.
"This is my fight, too," Christina insisted, her sky-blue eyes filled with a new, unyielding resolve. "The Blood Ascendants threaten my home, my family, and the peace you are trying to build, Your Majesty. I am a daughter of House Aeridor, and I will not hide while a shadow fights my battles for me."
Lilith studied her for a long, silent moment, then a slow, genuine smile spread across her face. "It seems, Ashen Crimson," she said, her voice filled with a newfound respect, "that you have chosen your bride well." She stood, her regal form silhouetted against the star-dusted sky. "Very well. You will go together. This will be your first, and most important, mission as husband and wife."
She raised her goblet. "To the hunt."
We left the palace under the watchful gaze of the twin moons, the weight of our new mission a heavy cloak on our shoulders. The "pretend marriage" had just become a pact, sealed not by a kiss, but by the promise of blood and betrayal. The game had changed once more, and as Christina walked silently beside me, I knew that the path ahead would forge our fragile, dangerous alliance into something real, or shatter it into dust.