After My Death,My Four Dragon Fathers Went Mad with Regret

I am Ayla, daughter of the last white dragon.​ My four dragon fathers once cherished me—Kael made snow fall for me, Darius trained my wings until dawn, Elias fed me medicine himself, Lucian brought gifts from every journey. I was the most beloved hatchling in the kingdom.​ Then Clara arrived. She was the daughter of Princess Vivian, the human woman my four fathers mistakenly believed had saved their lives. Clara wept and accused me of cursing her, poisoning her, hiring men to harm her. Not once did my four fathers believe me. They sealed my throat, threw me into a pool that corroded dragon scales, and sent me to the border camp—three years of torture, kept alive only by Elias's medicine.​ Until a voice from my mother's necklace told me: death was not the end. It was coming home.​ When the truth finally came to light—Clara's schemes exposed, Vivian's lies shattered—I had already been driven to the highest tower. My four fathers knelt and begged me not to jump. I gave them only one answer:​ “I don't want any of you anymore.”​ I fell. And finally, I met the mother who truly loved me.​ She brought me back. Not for a reunion.​ For a reckoning.