The Healer Bride: Awakening the Ruined Dragon King

Chapter 4

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grand ceremony, no guests, just a plain black carriag

den, dragon-guarded procession tha

my mother's things and a few changes of cloth

ressed in the formal dark robes of the Elder Council, his expres

aid, his tone impatient. "When you get to Blackwood Keep,

seem to forget. From the moment I step into this carriage, I will be Lady C

He hadn't expected

e carriage with Penny's help. I didn't look back

ar the buzz of conversation about the prince's weddin

I just closed mine and leaned against th

the "special" cream, eagerly aw

ehind. The roads grew rougher, the landscape more desolat

other's notes, my mind racing, combining her knowledge wit

in a small border town. And there, we f

en merchants wer

and wedding ended in a complet

ppened?

veil, her face was covered in a disgusting red rash! They

ted in gasps

s an Elder's daughter, sa

er mouth, her eyes wide wit

sip of my ale.

. The effect was even

e threw her out of the bridal chamber! Lady Deena is now under h

on the table and led

ce the door was closed, "was

ying. "Sometimes, Penny," I said softly, "t

of me

stain on her reputation-and my father's-would last a lifeti

I could focus on

ercast sky, the black silhouette of Blackwood Keep was becomi

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The Healer Bride: Awakening the Ruined Dragon King

Zana Kheiron Fantasy

“I was the eldest daughter of the Reynolds family, but in a world that worshipped dragon power, I was born completely "Dragonless." After ten years of being engaged to Prince Krishna, the King suddenly decreed that my fiancé would marry my half-sister Deena instead. As for me, my father ruthlessly discarded me. I was ordered to marry Lord Boyce Carlisle, a crippled, dying warlord with a shattered Dragon Core and failing organs. I was being sent to a desolate border fortress just to be a dying man's nursemaid, and then his widow. Deena flaunted her triumphant smile, whispering maliciously in my ear. "This is the fate a 'Dragonless' deserves. You're being sent there to be buried with him." My father didn't even look at me, treating my death sentence as a highly profitable political trade. The suffocating despair and humiliation drove me to tie a silk sash to the ceiling beam and kick the chair away. Why should I be thrown away like trash? Why did my mother and I have to die in obscurity while they celebrated their royal wedding? But as the noose tightened, a violent torrent of memories flooded my mind. I remembered my past life as a top surgeon on Earth who spent thirty years snatching lives back from the jaws of death. I didn't die. I cut myself down, wiped away my tears, and looked at my hands. I would heal this dying warlord, and use him to drag every single one of them to hell.”