Novel & Cerita The Dragon Duke's Wife

"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

The dragon, rendered in black, appeared both majestic and terrifying, a symbol of the house’s strength and determination. As the king’s wife, adorned in elegant black attire, walked gracefully at his side, it was clear that they were a formidable pair. The queen exuded an air of poise and elegance, her dark eyes mirroring the intensity of her husband’s gaze. Together, they created an aura of mystery and power that demanded respect.

The dragon began to roar but pretty much sounded sarcastic. Clara calmed her nerves when her brain realized that this dragon didn’t intend to cook or eat Duke like a fine meal. “Where’s Duke? Where did you take him to?” Clara walked straight to the dragon. If other people saw her near the beast, the whole kingdom would rip their hearts out in panic. But this was Jade. Nothing would go wrong unless she did something to piss her off.

“You and Dew should get married as soon as possible, then you can have another child. Once the baby is born, send the baby to Ascrialia, and I’ll raise it for you. It’ll be the same as our past arrangement.” “I’ve told you many times that I’ll never marry her.” Duke’s voice was unquestionable. “You slept with that woman five years ago. She’s George and Harold’s biological mother. If you don’t marry her, who are you going to marry?” “Mom, don’t bother.” Duke frowned. “I’ll never marry a woman I don’t love. Don’t bring this up again.” After he spoke, he hung up. When Mrs. Winters heard the beep from the phone, she sighed deeply.

He wanted to also say that he didn't want Harriet to be too tired. But Harriet seemed to know what he wanted to say. The woman nodded. "Go and kick their asses for me, Milord," said Harriet. Awooo… Harriet chuckled at Liam's soft tone. She hugged Liam one last time and watched the white giant wolf turn away. She didn't realize that the people around her were paying attention to her interactions with Liam. Not only that, but they also saw that Harriet's stomach had started to grow bigger. Duchess Harriet Goldlane, the wife of Duke Almandine–a giant white wolf who had just returned to the battlefield. She was the woman who was rumoured to have killed the Sorcerer who deluded the Crown Prince.

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.

They stopped by the open windows. She breathed down and looked out. A team of horses were running around the fields, galloping freely and happily. She couldn't help the smile that surfaced. "My sister wants her husband, Your Grace, as well as every other woman." The horses ran as far as they could manage, before running back to the starting point, circling the fields in glee and as much freedom as they could take. A young black horse galloped beside an older black one with all the excitement only life could give. It must be its mother. She thought. Again, she smiled, wanting desperately to wave at them. When she turned around, she saw the Duke watching her, behind him stood a row of Suits of

The glowing in her eyes sparks and her celestial white dragon who was slithering around her was ready to attack him. “WHAT!” said Duke Slow. Turning to him he said, “Is it true Henry?” Duke Wild didn’t say anything. He was trying to hide his anger as he put his hand behind his back. Clenching onto his hands he said, “I’m sorry. It was all just a misunderstanding.” “Tell the truth!” said Duke Slow. “Everyone saw that she was diving in for my grandson as he was falling, anyone would have thought she was trying to push him to his death when he already lost the battle!” exclaimed Duke Wild.

Raya’s eyes go wide before looking at my mother in panic. “Okay so Lily.. I understand now that you might have found out who we are.. what we are,” my mother begins to say, pausing as she tries to find the right words to say to me. “And I just want to tell you I did the best I could, leaving your father to be the best mom I could, and to raise you the right way. I am not sorry for it, however I guess you did have the right to know who and what you are, yes Lily you are a witch and dragon. You weren’t supposed to have a dragon you know.. female dragons are a dying species and the dragons magic is dying, male dragons are getting angry because they cannot produce anymore female dragons. They ar