The Lucky Oriole

My elder sister was a bold, spirited falcon, while I was a gloomy oriole. My sister had the potential to become an immortal, but the princess’s consort lured her into a trap and boiled her down into beauty balm for the princess to apply to her face. Grateful for her consort’s devotion, the princess had the entire birdfolk clan refined into medicine to nourish him. The princess laughed cruelly. “I’m the only dragon-blooded heir. Those wretches got to witness our love, so they should consider themselves lucky.” The emperor had no heirs, and although we orioles lacked great magic, we were naturally blessed with more children, more blessings. The lovestruck princess had no idea that her perfect romance was about to disappear, and even her father’s favor would turn to nothing. Soon, the only dragon-blooded heir in the world would be reduced to a puddle of mud...