Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Dragon Lord

Chapter 3

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ssed in a hastily altered white gown that didn't quite fit, and pushed out t

ssion waited.

their mounts. They couldn't even be bothered to dismount and bow.

yes. Gray-scale drakes. Creatures of draconic bloodline. Even such a meager display was a clear reminder

iage. No royal crest, no soft cus

city streets until dusk began to fall. They meant for me to m

their surface carved with elaborate dragons, but it did not stop. It pulle

s attire, he appeared to be the steward. A faint, bar

ess, but his tone carried a hint of mockery. "This way, ple

size of a dog door. Gideon Carlisle certainl

g themselves, their eyes filled with cruel amusement. They we

seated in t

roat, his patience we

aze passing over him to the toweri

gon Lord shall enter the palace through the main gate, greeted by the Dragon Guard and heralded by the Drago

Gideon is concerned for y

ems more like Lord Gideon is telling me, and his enti

hite veil covered my face. It was me

e, I reached up and tore the veil from my head, revealing a fa

ide to unveil herself was an act of profo

ive silk fall to

the fallen veil into the dirt. I walked toward Alfred, and he instinctive

ce carrying the weight of

and tell him that his bride has arrived.

ting my next

open it, I wil

was palpable. Sweat bea

ady,

the message? Fine

great double doors carved with entwined dragon

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Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Dragon Lord

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“I was the neglected foster daughter of the wealthy Sterling family, treated like dirt while their real daughter was treated like a princess. Suddenly, they ordered me to take her place and marry the Dragon Lord, Gideon Carlisle. He was a fearsome, disfigured ruler confined to a wheelchair, rumored to have torn a handmaiden apart with his bare hands. They didn't want their precious daughter's future ruined by a crippled monster, so they threw me to the wolves. They expected me to cry, beg, and accept my tragic fate. On my wedding day, when I arrived at the Dragon Lord's palace, the steward pointed me to a narrow side entrance-a literal dog door. The guards and servants lined up to watch, snickering as they waited for the terrified country bride to disgrace herself. Did my foster parents really think I was just a pathetic, obedient pawn born to be sacrificed? Did this crippled tyrant think a closed door and some cheap humiliation could break my spirit? I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, after extorting 200,000 gold marks from the Sterlings as my survival fund, I walked right up to the palace. I ripped off my bridal veil, picked up a 500-pound stone gargoyle with my bare hands, and smashed his massive iron gate to pieces. "If he won't open the door for me, I'll open it myself."”