Aurelia was the rightful heir to the dragon throne. Eighteen years ago, she sealed her bloodline for love and became a housewife. Her husband was a mediocre knight. Her son was a devoted soldier. Three years ago, both men were kidnapped while escorting a temple priestess. Aurelia brought ransom to save them. Instead, the priestess trapped her into becoming a hostage. Her husband promised rescue. He never came. He left her to rot in slave markets for three years. When the old king finally sent a rescue team, Aurelia returned home to find the priestess had taken everything. Her home. Her family. Her son now called the priestess "mother." Her husband refused to acknowledge her suffering. They even threw her from a tower. Bleeding on the stones, Aurelia's blood touched the seal necklace. Crimson light exploded. The dragon blood awoke. Her eyes turned gold. She rose from the ashes, reclaimed her throne, and delivered justice to every betrayer. She no longer needed their love. She only needed their fear.