Divorcing The Warlord: My Spectacular Royal Comeback

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ady! By the World Tree, they've both dra

bark and stale grease, echoing off the damp, lich

r had drained the final embers of my vitality, my fingers trembled so violently again

children. Their tiny faces were pinched, their breath so faint that th

hide, her cold, slate-colored eyes drifting dow

ark," she said, her tone curdling into disgust. "The Gr

cracked lips togeth

l-black ink, she drew a thick, damning slash acr

ath, loud enough to cut. "Spawning bastards in the d

ath Ring activated by one's own blood

ld Iron band, the toxic metal that scorched elf flesh a

I did n

g the insult wash over t

ers in the Middle Reaches-pulled me from the frozen

hadow meant to absorb every blow intended for

er-was gutted by Abyssal demons on the southern perimeter, his

to him for his rank, shrieked in

reat Council's registry, forging my consent, and for

y border stone keep, I poured my own p

hing cantrips, letting my raw essence mend his

ife-the moment he stood whole, revered, and commanding the

hands, weeping delicate, rehearsed tears, and c

, arrogant fool swa

while banishing me to the servant quarters as an opportunistic wretch

birthing cell, the sharp, spiteful goss

morning? Warlord Ellis booked the entire Crystal

noble daughter of Buck. Not like the shameless trash dying down the

ugh scraped pa

ished a battered, gray talis-shard from beneath the straw pillo

, my voice cracked like dry leaves. "The younglings are born. A boy and a girl

e muffled laughter of courtiers, the clinking of c

e this pathet

itched. "Ja

ping with venomous Warlord authority. "You chose this exact hour to invent a phan

ry finally burned behind my eyelids. "They are yo

not wear an Oath Ring on your hand, woman. You are a nameless nobody I took pity on. Wh

hrough the rune. "Jake... my head spins. The vintage

r, reverent murmur. "Hush, little bird. Sip slowly. The entire r

re send another sigil to harass Candida while she carries my heir, Alaina, I will not wait for

of the World Tree kingdom, where Outcast Clans were left to

ap

f spirit energy surged back through the cracked talisman, biting

idwife lingering by the basin looked at me with hollow pity, setting d

. The bitter broth burned down my throat, but it b

bled for him in t

silence. My son's tiny hand weakly flailed against the coars

through my pelvis, I leaned down and gath

on nails buried in the floor. "He called you wild runts. He called me trash. But I swear on t

a tiny, intricate crest of emerald light f

nst their heads, severing Ja

he ward was pushed open a crack, and a