Novel & Cerita The Dragon King's Hated Bride

"Yes. I'm ready." Calliope responded, placing her hand in his. Electricity seemed to spark between them as before, eliciting a silent gasp from the young Princess who looked up instantly to meet his own knowing gaze. He seemed outwardly unperturbed by the connection that had zapped through them but inwardly, he understood and confirmed what he already knew. She was most definitely his mate. There were no more, non-existent doubts. After a silent bow from Lucien that was returned by the women present, the King of Natus led his bride away from the backyard of the Wysteria Estate and towards the forest where the portal that would take them straight to his Kingdom was still open.

He stopped right in front of me, looking down at my dirty clothes, my wrapped hand, and my bruised face. He crouched down, his fiery eyes locking onto mine. He reached out with a bare hand, his long, sharp nails grazing against my chin. His skin was burning hot against the cold air. "So this is the lost royal of Averon," the Dragon King said, his voice deep and smooth. "Julian said you were broken." The poison was still in my system, but the sheer anger in my chest burst right through it. I was tired of being touched, tired of being bought, and tired of being treated like trash.

Surely I will wake up and be back in the fields harvesting barley, in the stables brushing down horses and at night serving in taverns where the knight used to drink and fuck. But she looked up once more and caught Perci’s eyes and knew she was foolish to think this a dream. She had fallen into the same fate as the previous queen. A glorified slave. She found that she had no appetite and when the king dropped her hand on the table, rather roughly as though she was possessed of some kind of disease that was communicable, she buried her hands in her lap and twiddled. There was only one reason why the king would want to marry her now. Was it any coincidence that he made his announcement as soon

Naham sniffled as he wiped his face. The conversation didn't last much longer. The Dragon King got the information he was looking for. His father didn't cheat on his mother with just any random person; it was his true mate. Unfortunately, he was already in love with his mother, and she was the Queen of the Dragon realm. Once that's done, it's nearly impossible to undo. The people already loved their Queen and more than likely would not have accepted Naham's papa.

“Shall we mother, I will like you to see my bride" ‎"We shall" She gave in, her face radiating with excitement as we walked out of the tent. ‎And with that we exited the camp, in under an hour's time we arrived at Vikland. ‎When we got to Vikland the palace was already decorated for our arrival. We were met with by the king and his twin sons, bored to him by his second wife, a former servant in the royal household. ‎ ‎“Greetings dragon king Leviathan. Welcome to Vikland” King Williams welcomed with a bowl. I just loved how humble their greetings are, it shows their true position on the life chain.

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

He was quiet for a long time. Long enough that I thought he was not going to answer. Then: "Her name was Sera." Three words. I went very still. "She was — not like you," he said. Each word placed with extreme care, the way you place things that have not been touched in a very long time and may not survive rough handling. "She was dragon-kind. She was fierce and certain and she did not — she was not quiet about what she felt. She was the opposite of quiet." A pause that had three hundred years in it. "I was two hundred years old when I met her. I had already been king for a century. I had already built most of what I—" He stopped. "I was not a simple person to love. She loved me anyway. Loudl

"What about him?" The messenger smiled. "His Majesty would like to meet him." Pandora burst out laughing. I stared at her. "This isn't funny." "It absolutely is." "No, it isn't." "Maria, the king wants an audience with a dragon who steals bread." When she said it like that, it did sound ridiculous. Unfortunately, it was still happening. The messenger bowed his head. "His Majesty requests your presence tomorrow morning." I looked down at Stiles. The tiny dragon blinked up at me. Not a single thought behind those bright eyes. Just happiness and his growing curiosity. He was just being….Stiles.

For the first time I notice a faint tinge of red in his eyes. He straightens up, a smile spreading on his thin lips. “That my dear, is High lord Lucien Drakon Vire. King of all the three realms.” I nearly fall off my bed and the doctor rush to steady me. I have heard stories about the high lord, why didn’t it click when everyone kept referring him as royalty. My head spins, a new fear gripping at my chest. The man who saved me, who treated me like I was special, who spoke to me like he was my savior but I know who he is now.

As they were leaving with him, the king noticed that he didn't have the strange man's name, and so he asked. “Darukï. My name is Darukï.” After that episode, the next day, he left for the Allikans. He had gotten his power but in a sad exchange of his mind. The woman who was so fixated on him had given him blood to drink, then had commanded him to ask for her hand. He didn't even know her name, yet he had driven that strange woman home to his house where his love lived. Knowing that there would be problems while still under the influence of the strange power, the queen understood enough that it would be odd for her to go into the castle. He commanded him to finish the battle and come to her.