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Victoria widened her big blue eyes , stupidly absorbed every word King Dragon telling her. King Dragon smirked looking, he rose the glass. He shrugged. “I am not having much time to tame her…she’s so greeny in performing some shafts. Though she’s a princess.” He laughed. “Are you sure you will win from other kings to get her engage with you? Becoming one of your pleasure women, the mistresses? She’s going to be crowned someday. Only if you don’t take over this kingdom, Your Majesty…” King Dragon again smirked hearing the question from his eldest toughest mistress. He pulled in her body closer, to take a seat on his lap. He put his grip on her waist.

"Months ago, I decided to ally with my royal advisor, Chief Topher of the Drako tribe in Sejukgheim. The alliance would be a marriage between my son, Prince Daegal, and his daughter, Lolo Nerina. I believe that this alliance would further strengthen the bonds between our kingdoms and fortify the strength of the continent as well. "Tonight, my son would be betrothed to Chief Topher's daughter and in the tenth month of this year, they would be formally engaged to each other and married afterward!" He announced, a proud smile on his face as the crowd cheered at the news. However, one person wasn't happy about the news at all. Prince Daegal had always known he would be married off ever since he

I asked. “This is not about you,” he grunted pushing me away. He walked up to where Kira sat on the dining and he smiled at her. “Get ready,” he said. “Tomorrow, you shall wed Prince Xavier, the Lycan king’s nephew.”

He has not said a word to me since we left Clair De Lune. I don’t reply after that, and we soon reach the fortress of the Dragon King. The moment we land in the courtyard, two men step forward and help me down. He says something in their own tongue, his voice filling the air around us. “What did you say?” I ask, turning to him. ‘I said you are my new bride and to have you ready for the feast tonight. I’ll see you soon, Princess.’ Before I can reply, he soars into the sky, making me shield my face.

The fire flared, casting them in molten gold. His body caged hers. But still, he did not touch. The fire did that for him. It kissed her throat. Slid across her hips. Sank into her skin like it had been waiting. Still, he did not claim her. He didn’t need to. The fire claimed her instead. But the court didn’t understand what they were witnessing. A dragon mating ritual was ancient. Sacred. Rarely performed before witnesses, and never before with a mortal. The fact that she still stood, untouched by the fire—wrapped in it like it was her birthright—made silence fall like a blade.

“Today, you have the chance to play with your hairdresser's son.” I distinctly remember recoiling at the sight of the boy's smile, which showed two front teeth missing. I couldn't bring myself to shake his hand when I saw the dirt under his nails, so I simply lifted my chin and walked away. Mother Orvi believes that as the future bride of the Dragon God, my personality is inconsequential and therefore, doesn't apologize for my behavior.

His hands rested on the arms of the wheelchair, relaxed but ready. And he was staring at her like she was an inconvenience. "This is her?" His voice was low and rough, like he didn't use it often. "Yes, Your Highness," Thea said. "Lyra Hale. The substitute bride from the South." Substitute. The word hung in the air like an insult. Rowan's gaze traveled over Lyra slowly. Her travel-stained clothes, her messy braid and her pale face. She lifted her chin and stared back, refusing to look away first.

Fear again. She observed once again that she was in the dungeon with a dragon below and an angry king next to her, a king that had magic, one that she didn't even know if he was human or not. She wasn't at her safest here. "Speak," He said, when he got in front of her. "Do not be afraid of me, my Bride." He brushed his hand over her hair, tucking a strand of her curly hair behind her ear. "What does the Bride Thief really do? What does he have to do with any of these?"

Two figures dressed in royal attires were now standing on the balcony of a pavilion close to the execution ground . From the crown on his head I could tell he was the king , and the lad beside him must be his son the prince . The king's eyes housed no hostility towards the woman , but his son's eyes spoke volumes, his hatred and anger for the woman could be seen in those ocean blue eyes of his .

he bombard me with questions. I lean up to his level and kissed him passionately. after a while, I broke the kiss. "of course, I'm fine and the baby is fine too. I just.. I just want to thank you for loving a girl like me. indeed, it worth challenging you. from challenging you into becoming your secretary, from the secretary to your substitute wife and now, I'm your legal wife carrying your first fruit. I.. I love you so much Aaron" I said caressing his cheeks.