He destroyed my heart to protect his mistress, but I woke up again at the same underground auction. This time, I handed the crippled ex-Dragon King to my awful sister and chose the cold, silent black weapon for myself. For 49 days, he begged at my feet for my heart's blood, and I answered with demon chicken blood instead. In the arena, the dragon I bought torn him apart, stole the throne, and turned into my savage king, living only to worship me.
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