Home / The Dragon Kings' Forbidden Witch / Chapter 25: My Brother Is Obsessed With You

Read free on Ficlyn

The Dragon Kings' Forbidden Witch

Chapter 25: My Brother Is Obsessed With You · Oct 15, 2026

Prev Chapter Novel Info Next Chapter

Chapter List (266)

Page number / 6

1 Chapter 1: Morgana 2026-10-15
2 Chapter 2: My King, We Must Return To The Palace 2026-10-15
3 Chapter 3: Our Lack Of Heirs Changes Nothing 2026-10-15
4 Chapter 4: Who Are You? 2026-10-15
5 Chapter 5: Atheris: The Dragon 2026-10-15
6 Chapter 6: The Town Crier Brought News From The Palace 2026-10-15
7 Chapter 7: You’re Not Going To The Palace 2026-10-15
8 Chapter 8: If You Are Going To Do This... 2026-10-15
9 Chapter 9: The Kings Are Impossibly Beautiful 2026-10-15
10 Chapter 10: You Are Walking Into The Dragon’s Den 2026-10-15
11 Chapter 11: Call Forth Your Fire 2026-10-15
12 Chapter 12: Do You Think They Will Separate Us? 2026-10-15
13 Chapter 13: Morgana Of Ashford 2026-10-15
14 Chapter 14: My Name Is Mistress Calla 2026-10-15
15 Chapter 15: First Day Of Palace Work 2026-10-15
16 Chapter 16: Tonight, There Will Be A Banquet In The Great Hall 2026-10-15
17 Chapter 17: The Banquet 2026-10-15
18 Chapter 18: He Was Staring At You 2026-10-15
19 Chapter 19: So I’ll Ask Again. Why Are You Here? 2026-10-15
20 Chapter 20: The Stranger In The Garden 2026-10-15
21 Chapter 21: Lady Isolde 2026-10-15
22 Chapter 22: We Need To Get Rid Of Her 2026-10-15
23 Chapter 23: I’ve Seen You Before, In The Market 2026-10-15
24 Chapter 24: Report To My Chambers At Sundown 2026-10-15
25 Chapter 25: My Brother Is Obsessed With You 2026-10-15
26 Chapter 26: Get. Away. From. Her. 2026-10-15
27 Chapter 27: The Mother Of Dragons 2026-10-15
28 Chapter 28: Then How Are We Supposed To Find Her? 2026-10-15
29 Chapter 29: They’re Circling You. Faster Than I Expected 2026-10-15
30 Chapter 30: His Majesty Has Requested Your Presence 2026-10-15
31 Chapter 31: The Stranger From The Garden 2026-10-15
32 Chapter 32: The Flamebearers 2026-10-15
33 Chapter 33: All Three Of Us Are Drawn To Her 2026-10-15
34 Chapter 34: And How Do We Test Her? 2026-10-15
35 Chapter 35: The Palace Rumor 2026-10-15
36 Chapter 36: You Have Been Reassigned To The Stables 2026-10-15
37 Chapter 37: That’s Where They Keep The Dragons 2026-10-15
38 Chapter 38: The Ancient Dragons 2026-10-15
39 Chapter 39: And Yet They Let You Touch Them 2026-10-15
40 Chapter 40: Your Body Betrays You, Morgana 2026-10-15
41 Chapter 41: You Want Us To Share Her? 2026-10-15
42 Chapter 42: The Dream 2026-10-15
43 Chapter 43: The Not So Wet Dream 2026-10-15
44 Chapter 44: What If She’s... One Of Us? 2026-10-15
45 Chapter 45: She Is Just A Servant! 2026-10-15
46 Chapter 46: The Kings Are Dying 2026-10-15
47 Chapter 47: Her Name Is Morgana 2026-10-15
48 Chapter 48: You Think She’s The Mother Of Dragons 2026-10-15
49 Chapter 49: How Do We Protect Her? 2026-10-15
50 Chapter 50: The Last Ball 2026-10-15

No.

She couldn’t think about it.

When the afternoon bell rang, signaling the end of the work shift, Morgana made her way back to the servants’ quarters.

Rowan was already there, washing her face at the basin.

”You look terrible,” Rowan said, glancing at her. ”What happened?”

”Nothing.”

”Morgana...”

”I said, nothing.” Morgana’s voice was sharper than she intended.

Rowan’s eyes widened, hurt flickering across her face.

Morgana immediately regretted it. ”I’m sorry. I’m just... tired.”

”You’re more than tired.” Rowan crossed to her, lowering her voice. ”Did something happen? Did someone...?”

”I’m fine, Rowan. I promise.”

Rowan didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t push.

Morgana changed into a clean dress, the only other one she had...and braided her hair with trembling fingers.

Wear something clean. I have standards.

She wanted to scream.

When the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, Morgana stood.

”Where are you going?” Rowan asked.

”I’ve been summoned.”

”Summoned? By who?”

Morgana couldn’t answer.

She just walked out.

The corridors were quieter at this hour.

Servants were finishing their duties, nobles were dressing for dinner, and the palace felt like it was holding its breath.

Morgana climbed the stairs to the north wing, Towards Kaelen’s chambers, and stopped in front of the heavy wooden door.

She stared at it, her heart hammering.

You don’t have to do this. You could run. You could....

No.

She couldn’t run.

There was nowhere to go.

She raised her hand and knocked.

”Enter.”

His voice was cold. Bored.

Morgana pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The chamber was dimly lit, the only light coming from the fire crackling in the hearth and a few scattered candles.

Kaelen stood by the window, his back to her, a glass of wine in his hand. He was dressed simply...dark trousers, a white shirt unlaced at the throat, and his pale hair gleamed in the firelight.

”Close the door,” he said without turning.

Morgana obeyed, her hands shaking.

He turned to face her, his pale eyes sweeping over her with cold appraisal.

”Good,” he said. ”You followed orders.”

Morgana said nothing.

He crossed the room slowly, setting his wine glass on a side table, and stopped a few feet away from her.

”Do you know why you’re here?” he asked.

”No, Your Majesty.”

”Liar.” His smile was sharp. ”You know exactly why.”

He circled her, the way he had in the corridor, and Morgana forced herself to stand still.

”My brother is obsessed with you,” Kaelen said quietly. ”And I want to know why.”

”I don’t know, Your Majesty.”

”Then let’s find out.” He stopped in front of her. ”Take off your apron.”

Morgana’s breath hitched. ”Your Majesty...”

”That wasn’t a request.”

Her hands trembled as she untied the apron and let it fall to the floor.

Kaelen’s gaze raked over her. ”Better.”

He stepped closer...so close she could feel the cold radiating from him, see the sharp angles of his face, the cruel curve of his mouth.

”You’re afraid of me,” he said.

”Yes, Your Majesty.”

”Good. You should be.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing her jaw, tilting her face up toward his.

”Let’s see,” he murmured, ”what makes you so special.”

***

Morgana’s heart hammered against her ribs as Kaelen’s cold fingers traced the line of her jaw.

His touch was nothing like Draeven’s heat.

Where Draeven had burned, Kaelen froze...his presence sharp and cutting, his gaze clinical and cruel.

But no less dangerous.

”Look at me,” he said softly.

Morgana forced herself to meet his eyes.

They were pale blue....cold as winter frost, and they studied her with the kind of detached curiosity one might give an insect pinned to a board.

”Interesting,” he murmured. ”You’re terrified. And yet you came anyway.”

”I had no choice, Your Majesty.”

His smile widened. ”No. You didn’t.”

He released her jaw and stepped back, his gaze sweeping over her slowly, deliberately.

”Turn around.”

Morgana’s stomach twisted. ”Your Majesty....”

”I won’t ask twice.”

She swallowed hard and turned.

She could feel his eyes on her....raking over her shoulders, her back, the curve of her waist. The silence stretched, suffocating, and she fought the urge to run.

”Again,” he said.

She turned back to face him.

He was watching her with that same cold, assessing gaze, his head tilted slightly.

”Take down your hair.”

Morgana’s hands trembled as she reached up and pulled the pins from her braid. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders in waves, and she let her hands fall to her sides.

Kaelen stepped closer.

”Better,” he said quietly. ”Now I can see you properly.”

He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, his touch slow and deliberate. Morgana forced herself to stand still, to not flinch, even as her pulse spiked.

”You’re nothing extraordinary,” he mused, his voice soft. ”And yet my brother looked at you as if you were the only woman in that hall.”

He released her hair and let his hand trail down....over her shoulder, along her collarbone.

Morgana’s breath hitched.

”Why is that, do you think?” he asked, his fingers ghosting over the edge of her neckline.

”I don’t know, Your Majesty.”

”Liar.”

His hand slipped lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her bodice.

Morgana’s heart raced. ”Your Majesty, please....”

”Please what?” His voice was soft, dangerous. ”Please stop? Or please continue?”

She couldn’t answer.

His fingers found the laces at the front of her dress.

”Let’s find out,” he said quietly, ”what it is about you that has him so... distracted.”

He pulled.

The laces loosened.

Morgana gasped, her hands flying up to hold the fabric in place.

Kaelen’s smile was sharp. ”Move your hands.”

”Your Majesty.....”

”Move them.”

His voice was cold. Commanding.

Morgana’s hands trembled, but she lowered them slowly, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Kaelen pulled the laces free, one by one, his movements slow and deliberate.

The bodice loosened.

And then....

He pulled it down.

Prev Chapter Novel Info Next Chapter

Recommended Novels

My Vampire System JKSManga

Supreme Emptiness Heavenly Overlord

Versatile Mage Chaos

Gourmet of Another World Li Hongtian

Martial World Cocooned Cow

The Almighty Ring Primodial Saint

Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Thousand Lake Zhenren

Cursed Immortality Wahi

My Vampire System JKSManga

Release that Witch Er Mu

Immortality Through Array Formations Observing the Emptiness

Ancient Godly Monarch Jing Wu Hen

Swallowed Star I Eat Tomatoes

Shadow Slave Guiltythree

Peerless Martial God Jing Wu Hen