Novel & Cerita Married To The Dragon King's Daughter

His voice was iron. My body swayed. Thoughts clicked into place like shattered shards of a mirror. Not only had the gods returned me to this day. Drakon had returned too. Among dragonkin, bloodline was everything. I was the only trueborn daughter of my house, a rare Gold dragon. From the day I was born, I was destined to marry the Dragon King. At eighteen, I became his wife. But two years passed without a child. Healer after healer examined me. There was nothing wrong with me. That meant the problem was him.

I became relieved. The scene I had just witnessed came flashing through my mind. I couldn't believe what I had witnessed. The woman before me was no ordinary human; her ethereal beauty and shimmering scales revealed her true identity as a dragon. My husband, Rex, the Prince of the Dragon Clan, had betrayed me with one of his own kind. As an Omega I wasn't asking for much, all I wanted was mutual respect for both parties as husband and wife.

Lorenzo asked, looking at her. "The Alpha king is getting married to a dragon. Can't you tell?" She suddenly asked and the whole dining room stood still, suffocating in pure shock. "Dragon?" Nicholas asked, stunned. "Dragon?" Caesar growled at Ramona who stood up. "How do you know that?" Francesco asked Tiana. "She looks like someone I know from when I was little. When I saw her the other day, I realized that it was her." Tiana replied immediately. Lorenzo raised his brow then sighed, not really surprised that his mate was sharp witted.

she whispered. “Yes,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her, wings tucked, but the fire within him calm and controlled. “Together.” Outside, the kingdom slept beneath the shadow of the Obsidian Spire, but inside, the Dragon King and the healer slept in each other’s arms, bond entwined, magic and desire fused, ready for the life they had fought so hard to protect. The war was over. But their story bonded in fire, silver, and desire had only just begun.

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

Dragons were notorious for growing angry, something she often saw in her third husband, so she wanted to make sure she did not offend the King. As they got closer, the doors opened revealing a large throne with a shifted Dragon lying near it. Powerful Lias filled the room, making the candles flicker off the shiny white walls, and she gripped Gunther's hand, hoping for the courage to make this work. She looked up at her husband with a small nod, wanting to get this over with. They took two steps before the Dragon's eyes opened, a familiar red with slitted black pupils.

I ask idrid who is now walking side by side with me, “this is so beautiful” “This used to be your mate’s palace. Thousands of years ago, you were bonded to the king of dragons and you both were so in love. You were the princess of Drakesworth but your father never approved of that marriage and vowed to separate the two of you. You and the king of dragons founded this place then in order to escape from your father’s treachery but along the line, something happened and the king of dragons betrayed you to your father. Then you vowed to take revenge on him and all of Drakesworth if you are ever reborn again. On your deathbed, it was found out that your husband had made you the new keeper of the

"Your Highness, Javier was the son of the King—a dragon Prince inherited from his mother's side." Avery gasped. "Your Majesty was a dragon as well?" "Yes. Her husband, Javier's father, was her rider. They married each other and ruled peacefully for quite some time until the King died in an accident." Beth let out a soft sigh. "The Prince was very young when he had to take the responsibility of the entire kingdom and his mother. People adored him and readily accepted the change of governance." "Years passed when Javier met his rider. Celina. She was the daughter of the Captain. Her father used to train the dragons. People said her beauty and compassion was to die for. No one was surprised whe

“I-do you perhaps happen to know where the dragon is kept?” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “And pray tell why would you be asking about the dragons after you had your girl?” I took a minute in concentration before speaking, “Because…because the King had taken my dragon, yes, I have a dragon too. He’s name is Wraya. The King’s dragon, Synthia is Wraya’s mother.”

I growl, annoyed at the fact Mallard left the door open and this idiot has now ruined my fantasy. “Your father wants to see you.” I nod, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I watch as he bows before turning around, “And close the door on your way out.” The door closes and I exhale sharply- what now? I know my father is anxious about me being able to produce an heir, but I am doing everything in my power to make sure it happens by the deadline. By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that.