The Dragon Sovereign: An Epic Fantasy Harem Adventure

The Dragon Sovereign A Reign of the Wyrm Lords Novel Sarah Hawke Jade Fantasy The Dragon Sovereign A Reign of the Wyrm Lords Novel Published by Jade Fantasy Copyright © 2023 Sarah Hawke Cover Art by Tony Tzanoukakis Edited by Sean L. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved. ISBN: 9798379354824 Dedication I want to offer a special thanks to all my wonderful supporters on Patreon, especially my super patrons Alcofribas, Daniel, Hunter, Lamar, Paul, and Sean. Without your support, none of this would be possible! Patreon Supporters Adam, Alphonzo, Amcjoshua, Anino, Alan, Blaine, Bob, Billy, Commissar, Cookieforfox, David B., DDoubleU, James, Jerry, Joe, Joe Johnson, John L., Jorge, Larry, Mark, Michael B., Michael M., Onyx Bars, Rick, Romeo, Ryan, Sassy, Tom W, Wes. Abethaal Map For more detailed maps beyond what I could include for Kindle (including continent maps), head over to the new and improved website! The Imperial Province of Abethaal Prologue 9585, the 85th Year of Sovereign Valion Sorokar’s Reign Two days after the slaughter, the fires were still burning. Valion Sorokar, Dragon Sovereign of Abethaal, could barely see through the opaque curtains of smoke rising from the scorched buildings. Hundreds of homes had been razed. Thousands of humans had been killed. A dragon’s justice had been met. A Sovereign must learn the virtue of restraint, but he cannot afford the folly of mercy. Not now. Not as long as the Blood Drought threatens our future. “My lord has proven his strength,” the low female voice said from beside him. “The Empire will no longer doubt us.” The last of Valion’s rage had drained out of him long ago, leaving nothing but an empty, hollow pit in its place. When he first came roaring over the peaks of the Godsworn Rise, he had been prepared to listen to the humans and consider their proposal to settle lands beyond the Vorsk Valley. But then he had spotted the corpse of his best friend lying dead on the valley floor. A dragon slain by dustborn. A lion slaughtered by lambs. “Tirathon was a fool to trust them,” the woman at his side said. “We give them land; they demand more. We give them peace; they draw blood.” Valion swept his gaze across the smoke. No matter how much his eyes stung or his nostrils burned, he forced himself to look upon the devastation he 1 The Black Prince9599, the 99th Year of Sovereign Valion Sorokar’s ReignThe wood elf ranger was waiting in the saddle of her wyvern, her hazel eyes glimmering in anticipation. “Stalling won’t help you, Alamir,” she taunted. “Not this time.”She might have been right. Lathriel certainly had the control to navigate the perilous canyon beneath us, not to mention the archery skills to fell an entire war party of dustborn barbarians while doing so. But her biggest advantage in the forthcoming race was definitely her taut, athletic body. Not because it would help her wyvern go any faster, but because all I could think about right now was how incredible it would feel to have it wrapped around me.“I’m not stalling,” I insisted. “I’m thinking.”“Mm-hmm,” she smirked. Despite her best efforts to pin her hair up into a ponytail, the long brown locks continued fluttering rebelliously in the wind. “Or maybe you’re reconsidering accepting my challenge. Imagine if the Black Prince were to finally lose the Razorback Run to a lowly faeyn ranger? The news would spread across the province like wildfire. Perhaps across the whole of the Empire.”“Maybe,” I said. “But I haven’t lost yet.”Lathriel snickered as she looked out across the canyon, and I used the opportunity to appreciate how good she looked in that armor of hers. Like most Skywatch riders, she had paired her moonsilver breastplate with a leather skirt and leggings that struck a balance between protectiveness and