The Dragon Lord's Unwanted Doctor Wife

Florence POV:

Caelus's dragon pressure crashed down like an apocalyptic mountain, a horrifying wave of the so-called "Dragon-God bloodline." The air itself solidified.

But kneel? Me? Florence Wilkerson?

I stood ramrod straight, my aura sharp as an unsheathed blade, completely crushing his pathetic attempt at dominance!

"What's the matter?" I sneered, the corners of my mouth curving into a deadly arc. "Brain too small to win an argument, so you resort to throwing a tantrum like a toddler? Is this the absolute 'might' of a Dragon Lord? How utterly laughable."

My mockery slapped him right in his fragile ego. He froze. He wanted to kill me, but executing his unarmed wife just because he lost a debate would make him the laughingstock of the realm.

I seized the absolute initiative. "Caelus Alvarez," my voice was a judge's gavel echoing in the courtyard. "Wash your ears and listen. I did not commit adultery. This is a low-IQ frame-up."

I turned my predatory gaze to the shivering white lotus. "Lady Catharine. You swore to the heavens you saw me with a stable hand, right?"

Catharine flinched like a kicked dog, glancing frantically at Caelus before forcing a nod. "Y-Yes... I didn't mean to... I just happened to pass by..."

"Perfect!" I clapped my hands, the crisp sound making her jump. "Then tell this audience loud and clear: What exact time? Which specific stable? And what was the name of this phantom stable hand? Speak!"

Catharine's brain short-circuited. She was completely, utterly destroyed by a basic cross-examination! Sweat ruined her perfect makeup. "It... yesterday afternoon... in the west stables..." she stammered, digging her own grave.

"Yesterday afternoon?" I burst into a chilling, uproarious laugh. "Yesterday afternoon, I was locked in my room treating Aethan's cold! I didn't take a single step outside! Mrs. Hayes! Poppy! Tell our 'wise' Lord!"

Mrs. Hayes stepped up, her voice ringing out. "It is the absolute truth! The mistress and young master never left their chambers! There are a dozen guards who can verify this!"

Catharine's face drained of all blood, turning the color of a dead fish. Her pathetic, fabricated script was instantly reduced to ashes!

She immediately deployed her ultimate weapon: crocodile tears. She threw herself at Caelus, weeping. "Caelus, I... I must have remembered the time wrong... But I swear I saw it! Why would I, so kind and pure, ever lie?"

And the great Dragon Lord? He swallowed it like a brainwashed simp. "Shut up!" he roared at me. "Catharine is an angel! She would never lie! You are manipulating the truth!"

I looked at him with sheer, unadulterated pity. Logic is useless against a supreme idiot. Time for a dimensional strike on the only thing he truly worshipped: his own face.

"Fine. Let's pretend your precious little concubine is a saint," I took a step forward, my aura completely swallowing his. "But tell me, genius, what do you gain by executing me today?"

Caelus frowned, his limited brain capacity struggling.

"I die, and tomorrow the entire continent will mock the great Alvarez name! They will laugh at the incompetent Lord who was cuckolded, threw a public fit, and murdered his own innocent five-year-old son to cover up a domestic scandal. Your glorious reputation? Flushed down the drain."

I saw the panic flash in his arrogant eyes. Hit the bullseye. He didn't give a damn about me or Aethan, but he would kill for his public image.

"I will give you a way out." I dictated the terms like a queen granting a pardon. "Two days. In two days, I will throw the concrete evidence of this pathetic frame-up right onto your face. If I fail, you can feed me to your dragons. Dare to take the bet?"

Catharine panicked, yanking on his sleeve. "Caelus, no! She's tricking you! Kill her now!"

I shot her a death glare that made her choke on her own breath. "What's wrong, Lady Catharine? Terrified I'll dig up the truth and feed you to the dragons?"

She shrank back, shivering in absolute terror.

Caelus, desperate to salvage his 'merciful' and 'just' image, gritted his teeth. "Fine! You have two days! At sunset, if you have no proof, you and that bastard are dragon food!"

I sneered. Two days was more than enough to turn this entire castle upside down.

But before I could even turn away, the heavy courtyard doors were smashed open. A maid scrambled in, crawling frantically to Catharine's feet.

"Disaster, Lady Catharine! Young Master Aidan... he suddenly spiked a horrifying fever and is completely unconscious!"