Novel & Cerita The Dragon Duke's Wife

“I knew you were no ordinary woman. The diamond around your neck is the Dragon Scale. I was waiting for you to tell me who you are, but I didn't expect you to be King Rodriguez's wife.” Lowa showed up at the door. She was dressed casually in a nightdress, and her whole body exuded laziness, "I've heard things about you. You stabbed your husband at the coronation. You look skinny, but what you do is shocking. I've been wanting to meet you, but God has brought us together." "I want to save my husband. I need your help," I said to her. "You come in." Lowa gave me a look, then made a sign to her soldiers.

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. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

Her heart has been broken for so long, she has been through so much, the last two years of her life were such a struggle she never expected to end. She is filled with a million questions about the mysterious witch, what she told Xavier and her about her dragon being bound by a curse, and most importantly why it involves her mother. When she eventually calms, Xavier lifts her from the cold marble floor and carries her into the library. All eyes remain on them until they have left the room, followed by the king and her father. He answers her questions in detail and reveals that the old woman she saw was something called a dragon witch, which meant that she was drawn to the power of the runic m

Not celebrated yet. A knock at my door, hesitant but hopeful. It was one of the newly mated pairs—the human woman standing a little closer to her dragon mate than she had the day before, fingers laced with his as if testing that the world still held. Her face held that particular brightness I’d only seen a handful of times before in my life, fragile and fierce all at once. “We didn’t want to make a spectacle,” she said softly. “Not yet.” I already knew. My dragon stirred, recognition rippling through me like a held breath released. Kin recognizing kin.

Suddenly, a beautifully refined middle-aged woman appeared out of nowhere. It must be the wife of the Reigns, Ophelia Reign, mother of Olivia, Duke thought. “Mrs. Reign, good day!” his father greets the woman. “Good day to you too, Mr. Crezford,” she greets back in her most welcoming voice. “To you too, Duke.” “Hello, ma’am,” Duke says. “Oh Duke!” she calls out in her playful voice. “You need not to call me ma’am, or Charles sir. We’re going to be family soon! Just call us mother and father.”

“What are you doing here?” He walked in and closed the door behind himself. He even locked the door then walked closer and closer to me. He had lust in his eyes. I stumbled backwards almost knocking over the lamp on the nightstand. I was nearly forgetting how to push the right words out of my mouth. “We can’t do this… I want to be accepted here.” I mumbled because all I knew was rejection and deceit. Why would the dragon prince be any different? It wasn’t like the king and queen would let us be together. It was hard to say no when my body was aching with lust.

‎ ‎“No, worse. They say His Majesty wants the Crown Prince married before winter.” ‎ ‎My breath ceased. The servant lowered her voice even more afterward. “A noblewoman from House Vaelcor arrived this morning.” ‎ ‎House Vaelcor. Even I recognized the name by now. One of the oldest dragon families in Scorath. Maria looked toward me after the servants walked away, and the expression on her made me uncomfortable because she was studying me now. ‎ ‎I frowned. “What?” ‎ ‎“Nothing.” ‎ ‎“That was absolutely not a nothing face.”

"I will wear this one." Cecilia looked pained. "That is the casual day dress, my Lady. You are meeting the Dragon King." "I am aware." I stepped into it. "Does he want a wife or a mannequin?" "My Lady…" "Rhetorical question, Cecilia." She helped me with the tie silently, which meant she was gathering herself for another attempt. I knew because she took a very specific kind of breath first. "He is said to be very particular," she tried. "About presentation. About..?"

“This is what I don’t like about you, you’re so possessive.” BRAK! As soon as the woman finished her sentence, the teacup flew up and hit her forehead so hard until it was bruised and bleeding. Duchess Scarlet staggered and almost fell to the floor. Luckily, she quickly leaned against the wall. She looked at her husband furiously. Duke Scarlet got up from his seat and stared at the woman in front of him coldly. “Because my wife is a wild dog. I must always keep an eye on her,” he said while suppressing the emotions in his heart. He took a step forward, but Duchess Scarlet remained unmoved in her place. The woman looked at him furiously