His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius

I am the Dragonless Queen, married to the Dragon King for five years, trying to warm his icy heart.

But on my twenty-fifth birthday, he canceled our private dinner to spend it with my half-sister, Lyra.

Through the cracked door, I watched him smile at Lyra with a warmth he never gave me, praising her sacred dragonfire.

"Auntie Lyra is amazing!" my four-year-old daughter squealed. "Mom never knows how to make these!"

My husband didn't even look up when I finally entered, coldly telling me not to make an issue out of a quiet family evening.

Looking at the three of them framed by the hearth-the formidable king, the holy maiden of flame, and the adoring royal daughter-they formed a picture of unassailable perfection.

I was just a cold-blooded intruder in my own home, a decorative fixture tolerated only for political peace.

Five years of silent endurance evaporated into a freezing void.

Why did I bury my true self, believing devotion could fill the empty spaces? Why did I let them treat me like a shameful defect?

I didn't scream or cry. I calmly drafted a formal Declaration of Severance, left it on his desk, and walked out of the palace forever.

My husband assumed I was just throwing a domestic tantrum and would come crawling back once my coin ran out.

He had no idea that his useless, Dragonless wife was actually the shadowy founder of Aether Forge-the premier military syndicate his entire empire desperately relied on to survive.

Keep your throne, Kaelen. I am taking back my life.