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The Dragon King's Traded Bride Cecilia Has a Problem
She still had not walked straight by the time she reached the corridor.Which was irritating. Mia Weston had walked out of board meetings where men twice her age tried to dismantle everything she had built, walked out steady and composed, heels clicking, not a single crack showing. She had held together through her husband's betrayal, through dying, through waking up in a completely different world wearing someone else's face.One man walking through her fire and saying neither do I was apparently the thing that got her."My Lady."Cecilia was waiting at the corridor junction, arms full of fresh linens, looking at Mia's face with the expression of a woman reading a book she had not been given permission to read."Not a word," Mia said."I have not said anything…""You are about to.""I was simply going to ask how training went." Cecilia fell into step beside her, completely innocent. "Your hair smells like smoke.""Training went fine.""Mm." A pause. "Is the courtyard still standing?"
The Dragon King's Traded Bride Fire Without Permission
She was still thinking about the chair.About him sitting in it all night, still dressed, walls completely down, those ember eyes on her face the moment she opened hers, like he had been watching her sleep and had zero intention of pretending otherwise. About the way he said where was I supposed to go, like it was the simplest answer in the world. About Cecilia's voice through the door, bright with victory, breakfast is ready whenever you choose to emerge.She was still thinking about all of it when a knock came at her door barely an hour after breakfast, before she had even finished her coffee.She opened it.Zyren stood in the corridor, already dressed for the training yard, no jacket, sleeves rolled to the elbow, looking like a man who had decided something before the sun finished rising."Training," he said.“No greetings?""Not necessary… the heartstone is waking. The longer we wait the less control you have over what it does next." He looked at her coffee. "Bring that if you nee
The Dragon King's Traded Bride The Wrong Room
The wedding wine of Draconis was nothing like anything Mia had ever tasted in either of her lives… dark red, almost black, poured from bottles so old the glass had gone cloudy, tasting of crushed berries and woodsmoke, with something underneath both that loosened every carefully held knot in her shoulders before she had even finished the first glass. Warmth spread through her chest like a slow tide with nowhere to rush.She had three glasses before she thought to count, four before she stopped counting entirely.The great hall was transformed tonight. Every torch replaced with flames that burned violet and gold, white flowers cascading from the rafters in long dramatic sweeps, the whole court dressed in their finest for a wedding that Zyren had announced two weeks ago with the same tone he used for everything he decide… which was to simply state it and let the world arrange itself accordingly.He had not asked her, not exactly. He had come to her in the study three days after the hear
The Dragon King's Traded Bride What He Knows
She went to him. Not because he summoned her or Cecilia suggested it. She simply found herself standing outside his study after dinner, knocking once before opening the door without waiting for permission. At this point, it felt almost normal. Zyren stood by the window with his back to her, one hand braced against the stone frame as he looked out over the dark valley below. Firelight stretched across the room behind him, warm against the night pressing at the glass. He did not turn when she entered. “I was wondering how long you would last,” he said. “I managed four whole hours after the hearing,” Mia replied as she shut the door behind her. “That feels impressive, personally.” “It does.” Only then did he look at her. “Sit down.” “You are always telling me to sit down.” “Yes, because you refuse the first instruction on principle.” His mouth shifted faintly. “Eventually you decide it was your own idea, and then you cooperate.” She rolled her eyes but sat anyway. In the chai
The Dragon King's Traded Bride The Witness
The witness arrived on a Thursday. Mia knew before Cecilia even spoke. The castle had changed. Not openly, nothing dramatic. But the atmosphere felt tighter somehow, like the entire building was holding onto a secret and pretending it was not. Servants moved faster through the halls. Guards appeared in corridors that had been empty yesterday. Conversations stopped the moment someone entered a room. It was the silence that gave it away most. “A man from the Ashveil estate arrived before dawn,” Cecilia said as she set breakfast on the table. Her hands were steady enough for anyone not paying attention, but Mia noticed the slight stiffness in her movements. “He came with Lord Soren’s escort.” She sat across from Mia without waiting for permission. That alone told Mia how serious this was. “He says he was there the night the real Mia Ashveil died,” Cecilia continued carefully. “He claims he helped prepare the body. He also says Lord Ashveil paid him to stay quiet.” Mia lowered her
The Dragon King's Traded Bride The Price of a Ghost
The invitation arrived with breakfast. A cream-coloured card rested beside Mia’s plate, the handwriting so precise it barely looked human. The seal of House Caine sat stamped in dark red wax. Lady Vesperia requested the pleasure of Lady Mia’s company for a private ladies’ tea that afternoon. The wording was elegant. The warmth behind it was not. “Do not go,” Cecilia said immediately. “I have to.” “You absolutely do not.” “If I refuse, I look frightened. If I look frightened, she wins.” Mia picked up her tea. “What is the worst she can do at a ladies’ gathering?” Cecilia stared at her in disbelief. “My Lady… Vesperia Caine poisoned a duchess over a seating arrangement.” Mia blinked. “The duchess survived,” Cecilia continued carefully, “but she has not eaten solid food in three years. Vesperia visited her afterward with flowers and sympathy. Nobody could prove anything.” A short silence followed. “Does Zyren know?” “Everyone knows.” Cecilia lowered her voice. “Nobody speak
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