Novel & Cerita The Dragon's Bride Dramione

Yet, even with that protection, Elara was barely holding on. His bride. The thought of her as his bride was a bitter pill to swallow, a reminder of the chain of events that had led to this moment. Elara had been chosen—no, sacrificed—by her village, sent to him as an offering. But Solas hadn’t accepted her as a mere offering. He had claimed her, bound her to him with a vow that was both a blessing and a curse.

The scribes were present only, who sat very close to the stairs leading to the throne - the King, and her stepmother, the current queen. When she reached a reasonable position, she knelt on both knees and bowed her head as was their custom for a female. A female could not look at the head on the throne - the King. "Elena," the King's voice boomed in the hall. That was the first time he had ever addressed her directly. "You have been given a duty, which you must carry out for the best of this Kingdom. You are to be given to the blood king as a Bride, and you must carry yourself properly when representing our Kingdom." If they were expecting any response from her, they showed no sign of it.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

The Star-Born Prophecy Long before the twin moons of Qombinia learned to pull the tides of mortal hearts, a single stanza surfaced among the ash-white bones of an oracle who spoke only in her final breath: When scars of flame carve crown of scale, And grief corrodes the dragon’s heart, A star-born bride from kingdom pale Will bind the sky that war would part. For centuries the verse was dismissed—poetic, perhaps, but too vague, too hopeful. Drakonios, last of the Omni Draco and ruler of all dragon-kind, laughed whenever priests recited it. He had flown through civilizations that rose and crumbled like sandcastles in a storm; no mortal could temper the vast, eternal furnace of his life. Yet t

And to think she was only seventeen, I am definitely in for some drama" Aiden hissed in his head. What a hassle!!!! The only option he had right now was to lay out his cards" I am aware of the fiasco going on between you and your stepmother, even though drama repulses me I think we could arrive at an agreement about the issues and how to outplay her hand. Marry me, with no bedroom activities included of course and I can give you the stability you require in order to become the sole heiress.

"My lord, Beta Brendo of the Darkmoon pack is here with the bride." My eyes snapped open, and my head exploded with confusion. Who is Beta Brendo of the Darkmoon Pack? And whose bride is here? Surely not Baron's lost bride - Cinderella. Yes, that was her name. Bride! This word had succeeded in blunting my aroused senses immediately. Baron stood up, rearranged his tunic, and asked, "Where are they?" "Inside the hall, my lord." "Take them to my office and tell someone to entertain them. I will join them shortly."

"I'll be the first one to get pregnant. My child will definitely be the next ruler of the alliance!" I ignored her tantrum and went off to prepare for my wedding in three days. In one thing, she wasn't wrong—the serpent clan was indeed very poor. I worried they might not even have the money for a proper gown, so I planned to prepare one myself. To my surprise, that very evening, Draco came in person to deliver my wedding dress. It was the first time I truly saw his face. His skin was pale, almost bloodless. His long, narrow eyes carried a quiet authority, and the emerald green of his irises held a mysterious depth. Yet the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye lent a subtle grace to his oth

"Do you accept this?" I looked at the hall. At the fourteen who had voted. At Mira and Elara. At my grandmother. At Mila with her notebook. At Draco, beside me, with the expression that had a name. "I accept it," I said. My voice carried into every corner of the hall. The officiant looked at Draco. "Alpha Draco. Do you present her so?" "I present her," Draco said, "as my equal. My mate. My Luna." He paused. "And as herself. Entirely and without qualification. As herself."

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Looking at everything that happened, it's really complicated to say. "It's complicated Matt and I don't want to bore you with my family drama, you will get more confuse. I was sold to him, and there I found I was betrothed to him and we got married.. I think that's a better explanation right? " Matt heave a sigh of relief