Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Dragon Lord

Chapter 4

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of black ironwood and bound with heavy bronze. Th

nd, their footsteps urgent at my ba

d it was barred from the inside with a beam that probably weighed m

Does she really think she can push it open?

over my shoulder. T

exed my fingers. If Gideon

tive stone statue beside the gate-a gargoyle, half as

walked toward the statue. I wrapped my arms ar

always known that I possessed an extraordinary strength. I had

low grunt

remendous crack, I tore the five-hun

d through the courtyard

ably so. It felt... right. As if thi

y shoulder like a battering r

r and loud. "I'm counting to three. Open

e from

harged. I poured all my strength, a

e ironwood groaned and splintered. Bronze bolts flew like shrapnel. I ha

yle, dusted off my hands, a

ter laugh. A small dog, wearing a tie, held by a ter

oom for today's ceremony. Th

innocent dog, and tore off the absurd tie.

panicked animal, "that the bride is

ing servants, the pale-faced Alfred, an

e gate, I raised my voice s

eat Dragon Lord Gideon Carlisl

silence, broken only by the rustl

ed from the shadows of the courty

was being pushed out from a dark archway. He wore black formal att

tingly handsome. His black hair was thick and luxuriant. And his eyes... his eyes were go

This was Gideon

verwhelming, but I met hi

shell?" I asked, my voice dripping with

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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."”