True King's Ecstasy



"You really did it this time! Andriya, you shouldn't have come here, you could have learned the lesson and run away like the Howard you are, but now-" Velian descended from the sky and stood in front of Aurora covering her.

"Baby! Can you go and see how is Naomi doing? And ask Elda and Sariya to send some medics," Velian muttered quickly and Aurora nodded her head, so quickly took Delviny and started dragging her along the floor since she was too heavy for the little girl.

Even though she was a dragon, using the dragon breath twice in a row really exhausted her powers and body.

The whole area was shrouded in eerie silence as Velian, a man consumed by anger, stared coldly into Andriya's eyes. Andriya, despite the chilling atmosphere, tried to maintain a facade of courage, although deep within her, panic brewed like a tempest.

'Damn it! Why did he have a child? Isn't he like half of my son's age? And that child is a dragon? What is happening here? If I had my demons, I could have done something but now it's too risky'

Andriya thought and she kept looking for an escape route. But suddenly she heard the familiar voice of her stepson which sent chills down her spine.

Velian's voice dripped with venom as he sneered at Andriya. "You shouldn't have come back after the last time I let you go, Andriya. Now, I'm going to kill you."

"Do you know what I have the most? It's the people that hate what I love, I feel like I'm going to blast if I kept this anger inside me, so let me torture you and kill you,"

A hint of amusement danced across Andriya's lips, betraying her inner turmoil. She couldn't let Velian see the fear that threatened to consume her. She desperately sought a way to outwit him, to escape his clutches once and for all.

Chuckling softly, Andriya replied, her voice laced with a mixture of defiance and apprehension.

"Oh, Velian, you always were one for dramatic threats, just like last time. But deep down, you know I'm not so easily defeated."

Velian's eyes narrowed, his face contorting with frustration as his attempt to evoke a strong reaction from Andriya fell flat. He needed to break her spirit, to see her crumble beneath his power. With a cruel smirk, he decided to reveal a secret, a dark truth that he believed would surely shatter her.

"You think you're strong, Andriya? Let me tell you something that will pierce through your soul," Velian hissed, relishing the anticipated pain he hoped to inflict. "I killed your son."

"Your one and only son, I cut his head off and kept it as a gift, I will send it jt to you later, or maybe I should send you where he is," Saying those words, Velian pointed at the floor.

"Six feet underground!"

Andriya's heart skipped a beat, but she refused to grant Velian the satisfaction of witnessing her sorrow. She had already mourned her son's loss in the depths of her being the moment he got caught.

She didn't even have an ounce of love for him, but still, she felt the tingle in her heart because, at the end of the day, he was her blood.

Though her expression remained composed, a storm raged within her, fueling her determination to put an end to Velian's reign of terror.

Maintaining her calm demeanour, Andriya met Velian's gaze with unwavering resolve. "You may have taken my son from this world, but I honestly don't even give a rat shit about it. You won't see me weeping."

Intrigued by Andriya's lack of expected anguish, Velian couldn't help but wonder what drove her to commit acts of tyranny. He needed answers, a glimpse into the twisted motivations that guided her actions.

"Why, Andriya? Why are you doing all of this? What is it that fuels your monstrous deeds?" Velian demanded, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and contempt.

"I did some research about you, Andriya Malfoy was never a person to commit genocide like this and you never even harmed anyone in the Malfoy Kingdom before, you become the empress,"

A flicker of sadness briefly passed over Andriya's eyes, the weight of her past crashing against her resolve. She took a moment, collecting herself, before answering, her voice tinged with a haunting sorrow.

"I do this for my real family, the ones taken from me by the illusions created by the nobles of our country," Andriya replied, her words laced with bitterness.

"Their lives were reduced to mere fiction, their memories overshadowed by the fake stories people assumed. I will avenge them, even if it means becoming the monster they painted me to be."

"But I already avenged them, so I just have to do the final thing I'm supposed to do, I will resurrect them, and once again they will stay with me loving me like how they did,"

Velian's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and understanding crossing his face.

'Crazy woman! You're killing people and destroying the lives of others for your love? I quite like it, if she didn't touch my family, I would probably let her live'

Velian thought because he could see how Andriya and he was similar in a way.

"You wouldn't understand because you're just a brat, but these vile nobles killed everyone I loved, just because they wanted some political advantage by selling me to the empire,"

Clenching her hands in anger, Andriya muttered her frustration and she suddenly took a pouch and threw it in Velian's direction, but before it could hit him suddenly the pitch disappeared.

"What did you do? Brat, where did it go?" Pissed off by what happened, Andriya questioned but Velian couldn't help but laugh.

"A powder that will kill me? That's dangerous, you sure have some dangerous tools aren't you? But where did you take it from?" Velian didn't see any pouches hanging, so he had to guess what her power was.

"Heh! So you have storage magic just like me, that's surprising," Velian said causing Andriya's eyebrows to twitch.