Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Dragon Lord

Chapter 5

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o a chilling silence. The serv

one had ever dared speak t

a murderous look. The guards tensed,

a hand, and the man pushing the wheelchair backe

h interest. "You are far more intriguing than the reports suggested," he sa

ld never have had her chance with the Crown Prince. Some peopl

of Gideon's lips. "Sharp tongue. It seems the Ki

ing?

g was perfect. He thought I was a

dding officiant, hurried over. "My lord and

ntence from Gideon, everyone else ru

mix of sharp cedar and something like sulfur-the smell of a drag

mered through the cer

crowd of terrified servants and a front d

ded Alfred. Then he turned to me, a glint in h

bride's suite. It was spacious and lu

in by Ronan. He dismissed every

t watched me with those unsettling golden eyes, as i

Have you stared enough? Or a

s. "Kill you? That would be a waste. An int

led out a dagger. The blade gleamed with a deep red she

gant and deadly. "Tell me, what is your mission?

atal weakness. Asking its location w

been reading too many spy novels? My miss

ringing my face close to his, nearly nose to nose. I could

I murmured, my voice low enough for only h

tting the te

ssets become

r him, seduce him-anything but this. For the first

and stepped back t

n his eyes slowly giving way to

er doors were thrown open with a crash. A woman

!" she

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Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Dragon Lord

Spilled Mercury Fantasy

“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."”