I Only Tame Dragons

Chapter 86 Von's Past 2

Von nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving hers.

Lyra's face fell, eyes darkening with fear. "Eryn will find out, Von. You know how he is—he has eyes and ears everywhere. He'll kill you this time, no hesitation." She gripped her arms tightly, her hands trembling as she spoke.

Von chuckled lightly, brushing off her concern with his usual reckless air. "He can't do anything. The rules of the competition forbid interference—remember? The oath protects us."

Lyra's worry deepened as she shook her head, her voice a whisper. "You don't understand, Von. He doesn't need to break the rules himself. Eryn has connections, powerful ones. He'll send someone else to do the dirty work." Find exclusive stories on empire

Von only laughed again, but this time it was hollow, laced with the weight of a man who had stared death in the face far too many times.

Lyra's worry grew; she knew Von had always been careless, always gambling with his life like it was nothing more than a coin to be tossed. He had never truly feared the consequences.

When Von was cursed and exiled, he laughed in the face of it all, treating it like nothing more than a cosmic joke. His life had always been a game of twisted fate, and this? Just another roll of the dice.

He shrugged off the scorn, the isolation, as if it were a passing inconvenience rather than a life-altering punishment. With his signature grin, he embraced the uncertainty, making his exile seem like a grand adventure rather than a tragedy.

But that was Von.

Those who knew him well understood that beneath that lighthearted facade, his strength lay in his willingness to endure anything—absolutely anything—if it meant protecting the ones he love.

For Lyralithra, he would have let the world crumble around him. The curses, the banishment, the weight of a crown he never wanted—none of it mattered. Not if it kept her safe.

In his mind, fate was just another game, and he'd already decided how he would play it. If sacrificing his name, his title, and his very freedom meant sparing her from harm, he would bear it all without hesitation.

Because for Von, it was never about the curse—it was about her. It always had been.

A soft chuckle escaped Von's lips as he thought of Horizon and their ragtag group. "In a way, yes. I don't think he knows the full truth about me yet, but I'm sure he senses something's off. I mean, everyone who dabbles in blood magic is cursed, right?" He laughed quietly. "But he wasn't afraid of me. He wanted us to build something together—a place we can call our own."

Lyra looked at him with disbelief. "You speak of this person with such fondness."

Von met her gaze. "Well, he isn't that hard to like."

"I see . . ." Lyra said softly, her eyes filled with conflicted emotions. "But building a home . . .

can't you do that without entering the competition? Why take this risk? Is it because of the huge prize money?"

Von sighed, his gaze dropping for a moment before he looked up at her again. "It's not just about building a home, Lyra. It's about winning. We want to win the contest to be recognized, to become something more than just outcasts. A guild, a future."

Lyra's heart ached, hearing the desperation in his voice. She had known Von for so long, hearing him drift from place to place without ever really settling. He had always been a wanderer, cursed to roam with no place to truly call his own.

But now . . . now it seemed he had found something worth fighting for.

"Von . . . must you really do this?" Her voice was soft, filled with worry.

Von's expression hardened once again. "I have to, Lyra. I thought I could come back to you someday . . . that we could be together again if things calmed down.

But we both know that isn't going to happen anymore, do we?"

Lyra's lips trembled, tears threatening to fall again, but she couldn't speak. She knew he was right.

Von stepped forward, his hand outstretched. His voice was soft but firm. "It's time, Lyra. You need to give me back my heart."