What exactly does it mean to be his bride? *** Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride. No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past. Was he turning them into slaves? Feeding them to his dragon? Or was he... feeding on them? That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human. Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart. What was he using them for?! But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be. Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen. Why? Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it?
View MoreA boy was now by the tree, on that she could actually see, and he was staring at the unnaturally hovering heart with horror in his eyes. "Have you lost your mind, Lex? You have killed Father's stallion.""Heart collection." Came a childlike excited voice. "I want a heart collection!""Look at that, the maddening pride in his eyes." The Bride Thief's voice floated to her ears. "Don't you think it's lovely?"Feigning interest, Belladonna stared ahead before she leaned backwards with a huff of defeat. "The child is invisible."Never had she felt so much like an hostage, not even when she had been brought to the Castle as a chosen Potential Bride. "Oh." He said with a slight sound of disappointment."I didn't know he would be affected too. Must be because of the bond, I'll give him a form."Around the heart that had been unnaturally moving in the air, a hand slowly formed, then the whole figure. Holding the heart was a white figure that almost look like a piece of incomplete art. It ha
She felt a force over her, compelling her, with difficulty she fell to her knees, her eyes rolled up, leaving white in it's wake. The last thing she heard was a painful grunt, last thing she felt was the necklace burning against her chest, like it would melt away the flesh around it then carve itself into the bone beneath.When next she pried her eyes open, it wasn't to the darkness of the night by the beach neither was it to the Moon that had been glowing above her some moments ago. Instead, it was to the sunlight that peaked through the leaves of the trees above her and she had to shield her eyes to protect them from the penetrative rays of the yellow sun above.She couldn't possibly be in another illusion, he knew how that had ended last time. It hadn't been pretty, for him. So whatever she was seeing right now, she was sure she had just hit her head, that was all. Soon enough, she would wake up and it would be like this never happened.Belladonna took in a shaky breath, and subcon
Her hand stilled on her night robe, and she suppressed a smile that almost took over her face.A name.Eli had said anything would do and something about how the Bride Thief had said that, made her believe that he was telling the truth. Maybe this dream wasn't so useless after all."There must be some explanation behind this." His voice cut her out of train of thoughts, but he obviously wasn't talking to her, as the highest the tone of his voice went was something that she could barely hear. "It must be this realm. The human's mind is feeble. That must be the problem. Not me."She folded her arms across her before raising up a hand to her face and repeatedly clicking a finger against her lower lip."Can you describe how you look like." The clicking stopped, her finger resting there for a moment while she hummed, then folded her arms across her again. "I'm fighting the urge to imagine you as a broomstick.""A broomstick?!" He sounded horrified. "What nonsense. Look, human.""I would l
"How dare you?! You are such a liar.""And you've been nothing but a saint. Do you really think me stupid, that I will take off my necklace and have you do with me as you please." She folded her arms across her, standing straight."I am going through pain.""And that is exactly what I want. To punish you for everything you have done. You violated me, disrupted my thinking with your powers.""They were not even real. None of it. It was all an illusion." Then a slight pause. "Why would I even want to touch you. You are all undesirable humans!"Belladonna scoffed, her breath a little shaky with relief."I'm no use to you like this. Take off that stupid thing.""Lies! You are bound to your words by a bloodoath. Now shed your skin."A defeated sigh. "Fine."Everywhere went oddly quiet. The wave, still. The breeze, silent. The cold, slipping away. The only thing that seem to moved was the sand around the Bride Thief, moving up a grain after another, that glowed hot red like sparks of flame
Colin pulled the full basket of sweaters up in his arms, and walked out of the room. That was the last one.For Belladonna, it had been some days since she had started sewing and selling, Raquel had helped her pick a logo and so far, business had been working fine. In fact, it had been working great right from the very first day, which was something she had not expected but had happened anyway. "Ah, my Lady, I almost forgot." Raquel said, rushing back into the room. Panting lightly as she dropped a small palm size sack on the dressing table. "Coins from the sales, My Lady." Belladonna smiled, her gaze lingering on the small blue coin sack for only a moment before she stood up from the dressing chair, letting her body finally have a stretch. Raquel had been her happier self this days and Belladonna liked it. She hoped that whatever was making her happy would continue to make her happy. She liked to think that one of the reasons might have to do with Raquel's talk about her daughte
"I have bored you with my family's histories, have I not?""You did not bore me.""It feels unfair that I did not ask of yours."She frowned, the book and that image drawn largely over it, blurring out, turning into a mere background as her mind moved to different thoughts from what was in front of her. All she could think about was how her family had been such a weakness to her, a vulnerable longing that the Bride Thief had easily used and almost gotten away with, if she had not been observant. Her mind centered around that lack and the emptiness fed her brain. She didn't want to think about it, so she wouldn't say."You already know.""There must be some that you would love to tell me personally?""No, Eli. I have nothing to say." She snapped, regretting it immediately. With clumsy hands, she pushed the book back on shelf, making it blend in with the others."I"m sorry. I just don't want to talk about them, they are not nice to remember.""That is alright." He took her hand, turni
"Eli---""I will outline here." His words came out muffled, as he pressed gentle kisses along the crook of her neck. "And here," his fingers moved along her shoulder, up her neck, the rough leather grazing her skin, blood turning into fire in her veins. She bit her lips to restrain herself from making a sound but then his tongue flickered over that part of her neck and her arched her neck to him, tilting her head to the side. "Sadly," He pulled away, looking down at her, her hands holding her thighs, his grip tightening. "I am a terrible artist." He moved closer, his breath mingling with hers. "But I have other ways to appreciate the art that you are, when the time comes. Better ways, I promise you."His hand snaked into her hair, pulling it slowly, making her look right at him. He let out a gasp. "You intoxicate me, my Donna. More than the finest wine."Her hands glided up his robe, up to his neck, as she fought herself on her desire. It was strong. Consuming. But she had to b
"I had not noticed it at first but each of them would always come to her every night, while we were in their little living room, by the fireplace. They would take her hand and lead her out through the door. They were all so kind to her, I did not suspect a thing."Belladonna could sense the rage that he was trying to hard to hide from his voice. Kestra must really mean a lot to him. That gave her mixed feelings.She was sure of one thing though, she felt horrible for Kestra. It explained more about her scars.She folded her arms across her, her face creased into a frown, her gaze planted on the floor, the color of which she couldn't even see since her focus wasn't on it.She shouldn't be feeling this way. It made no sense to."Kestra was good at hiding secrets. Even after I told her, everything about why I was in the forest, who I was and we had stayed tight friends for a whole month, she never told me about how her brothers used to abuse her sexually and physically. Till one night,
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