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"A devoted husband. A loving father. I couldn’t ask for a better partner for Aurora." I knock back the last of my drink, that quiet sense of peace settling over us both. Maybe, in this moment, we are simply two men who understand each other. Two kings, inferior only to the queen who leaves us both in constant awe. The End. They will be about short story soon

He asked, “Where is Nora? I haven’t seen her.” Ivan too scanned his eyes and replied to him, “She is not here. She would be the one who welcomes us first. I wonder where she would be if not here.” ***** On the wait, to enter the throne room, all the brides giggled after a little chat. The blonde hair bride chuckled, “What would we expect to reproduce if we mated with crown prince - egg or baby?” The red hair bride replied, “We might give birth to eggs since this is a dragon kingdom.”

Eros said plainly. -- A crowded market in King’s Harbor Civilians were gathered around an aggressive crier, intrigued by what he had to say. The man stood up high on top of a tall vegetable stall and began announcing to the naive public, “Our black dragon prince has given the authority to protect the dragon capital to his brother. He has eloped with a mysterious woman. You won’t believe who that woman is!” His audience leaned in as more people gathered. “His lover is a mongrel! A crossbreed, born to a dragon and a human!”

“Um, how much did you hear?” “Just that I’m to be a substitute bride to the most reluctant of husbands there is.” “Sebastian is going through some things. That is why he is the way he is. Usually, though, he is the nicest and most down-to-earth billionaire that anyone will ever meet, or at least that I've ever met.” “I take it then that you’ve met many billionaires.” A faint blush stained Belinda’s cheek, but she ignored Carol’s statement. “So, your sister’s wedding dress is still in her room. It is already prepared, so you just have to wear it. I’ll do your makeup as I was to do for your sister.”

The kind of power I would have if the dragon king worshipped me, I would be unstoppable. Fueled by the desire of my imagination, I lifted Larissa's chin and made her look up to my face. “How do I get pregnant for the dragon king?" I asked. “It is almost impossible, My lady. Many have tried but none has succeeded. Only the true bride of the dragon king can carry a dragon foetus," she responded negatively. “So you mean there have been other brides?" “Yes, all of which were burned to ashes after their conception period exceeded. His Majesty won't hesitate to burn you alive if you fail to meet up to the task." A cold chill went down my spine after hearing her words.

I turn and gesture toward the shimmering seam in the distance. “They will return here,” I say. “How do you know?” “Because the girl is curious.” “And the king?” “Will follow the disturbance.” One of the younger dragons frowns. “And then?” “Then we take her.” The simplicity of the statement settles over them like frost. No elaborate speeches. No complicated strategy. Just the truth. Capture the Madrigal. Break the harmony. Control the bridge. A dragon from the other realm crosses his arms. “And the king?” I meet his gaze.

Stiles. The baby dragon climbed onto my head and settled there like a crown. Pandora laughed even harder. I covered my face. Tomorrow was going to be a disaster. Somewhere inside the palace, King Eldric sat at his desk reviewing reports. A servant stood nearby describing the tiny dragon. The king listened patiently. At first he looked amused. By the end of the story, he looked curious. A smile appeared on his face. "Bring them to me in the morning." Outside his window, the evening sky darkened over Scorish. Inside the palace, a baby dragon slept on Maria's head without a care in the world. Tomorrow, Stiles was going to meet a king.

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.

"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..?"

"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.