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The Dragon King's Pet

Elysia's life is shattered when a devastating fire claims her parents. Seeking refuge with her only remaining family, her uncle, she is betrayed and sold to slave traders. Her fate seems sealed when the Dragon lord buys her, but Elysia is determined to escape. On the run and desperate, Elysia crosses path with the Dragon King, Azrael—a powerful and ruthless king, known for his strength, dominance and power. With nowhere else to turn, Elysia pleads for his protection, offering anything in return. Intrigued by her cournage, Azrael makes a bold choice.... he claims her as his pet. As time goes by, a forbidden attraction begins to bloom between them. But just as passion ignites, a dangerous secret is revealed that threatens to shatter everything they’ve built Meanwhile, in the shadows of Valeria, a powerful enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. --- EXCERPT --- Azrael’s gaze burned into Elysia, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between them. His fingers, firm but teasing, gripped her waist, pulling her against his body. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me, little pet?” His voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough for her to feel his breath but not close enough to touch. “They beg.”Elysia’s pulse quickened, her breath catching as her body betrayed the fear melting into something far more dangerous. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "You're mine, Elysia, I will burn the world for you." She heard him say in a low growl, making her legs tremble more.

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A Proper Lady

Rebecca nodded approvingly. "Yes, but with more fluidity. Each step should be purposeful. Now, imagine you are walking toward His Majesty. What does your posture say?"

Elysia's throat tightened at the thought of Azrael's piercing gaze. She adjusted her shoulders, trying to keep her body from trembling. "I feel like I am walking on eggshells," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rebecca stepped closer, her eyes filled with understanding. "It is natural to feel intimidated, but you must remember that your fear cannot show. Confidence is your armor. Let us try again."

Taking another deep breath, Elysia moved with more intention, imagining herself stepping into the grand ballroom, filled with nobles. This time, her movements felt less forced, and with each step, her confidence grew.