The Dragon Duke's Wife Novelas e Histórias

But her body shook, silent and splintering. She wasn’t ready for this. She wasn’t ready for him. A rustle broke the silence. The door hadn’t opened, but a shape stood at the threshold now—one of the dragonkin. A woman with burnished scales along her throat, eyes like coal fire. She carried a tray in one hand, and folded garments in the other—black and gold, finer than the sheer gown Sera had worn before. The dragonkin approached slowly, then knelt. “Consort,” she said.

“Another might not have what he wants.” She turned to him, her eyes showing mild disgust. “Dragons are fables, stories, and lies to give slaves something to believe in. We are not slaves to believe such lies!” Perci was silent for a second. Of course, she would think so. “You say that after you saw that dragon?" "One dragon! It means nothing if it is weak." "Who would you have him marry?” “Anyone but that filth.” She was paused for a second too long and he knew she had made her decision about the candidate. “My friend Selya. She is young and strong and has childbearing hips.”

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.

“I’m sorry, Alexandra. Truly. But we can… we can continue being friends.” She laughed, no longer amused, but sharp and brittle, like glass fracturing under too much pressure. “Friends?” she repeated. “Friends?!" Duke nodded slowly. “If you want that.” It was the wrong thing to say. Her face twisted, fury finally seeping through the cracks of her polished disguise. “You’re still choosing her,” Alexandra whispered.His silence was the answer. “You’re choosing,” she repeated, “a woman who doesn’t even remember you?” “That woman,” Duke said softly, “is my wife.”

Arya stood frozen, as if his words had struck her like lightning. "Why? What does she have that I lack? Why do you all keep doing this to me?" Her expression twisted into madness. Clearly, memories of her tragic past life triggered and drove her to insanity. But she never got the chance to touch me again. With a mere lift of his chin, Draken ordered her expelled from the dragonlands and declared severance of ties with the lion clan. "The wife of the lion clan's head has committed the gravest of sins—an attempt to harm the dragon heir. From this day forth, the dragon clan severs all ties with the lions."

Duke Arthur and Beatrice Blanche who was sitting alone in the room were sitting quietly until it was filled with laughter of the Duke. "You are going to be the Grand Duchess of this Empire. You don't have to make a deal with me, do whatever you want!" Arthur shouted full of pride. "You don't even know me, what if I do something that can embarrass your name," Beatrice said shyly. Arthur thought the woman in front of him was very interesting. She was brave enough to make a deal with the Grand Duke while others fainted just standing in front of him but now he saw the lady being shy all of sudden.

The final contestants to enter the stage battle will be the Duke, Emma, Elton, and the poor Kal. Even if the power between the rankings was awfully biased towards the Duke and the other powerful competitors, everyone knew that the most terrific opponent of them all was the Duchess. Not only she possessed impressive magic, but she was the wife of the most dangerous man on the continent, the Great Duke of Avalor, and the mightiest dragon of the younger generation. However, even if she was his wife, it didn't mean that he cared for her as much, but the displays of love the past few hours were enough to make everyone realize one thing, the Duke was head over heels for his wife.

For the wedding night, Natalia had to go to the duke’s room. As she walked through the dark corridors, the fear of past and present merged, making her steps falter. She held fast to the object inside her sleeve, trying to calm herself. It was bad enough she was dizzy and still had to use magic in that state. She reached the door and it was opened for her by the duke’s guards. They stared at her with dark eyes, like they could devour her at any moment. She knew they weren’t human. They were beastkin, the reason why dragons hoovered on the roofs of the castle.

Evidently, he has no knowledge of what his Duke has been doing lately. “Then let us make a deal to stop this hullabaloo between my master dragon and your Duke. Your Duke has been consistently pestering the Village of my son Dareon, the Thregonad Village. Lately, your Duke attacked the village and killed many Thregonad people and worst kidnapped the First Princess of the Kingdom of Gold Valley, who happened to be the wife of my son, Dareon.” The Dragon Lord stated with calmness yet firmness in his voice.