Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Dragon Lord

Chapter 6

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leaped backward, putting distance between myself

ales even more intricate than those on Gideon's garments, a clear mark o

. "Aurelia. Who gave you per

trailing after Gideon. She ignored him, her venomous ga

I couldn't let

woman barging in with armed guards. This was not ju

direct the

rembling finger at Aurelia and let out the sh

sas

e chamber. Gideon and Aureli

led, my voice choked with false tears. "This woman is trying to kill me! She brok

"new bride," making i

he Dragon Guards flooded the room in seconds, swords

-mighty princess, was now the villain attemp

ss Aurelia!" she sputtered, her face whi

of princess brings soldiers into someone's bridal chamber i

e scene unfold with pure, undisguised amu

ushed forward, kneeling in supplication. "The prince

All the feigned fear vanished from my face, re

down. "It looks more like you were hopin

s sent a deep, ugly f

ry peasant! How dare you

y. Country folk speak plainly. We do

since she is a 'princess', not an assassin, what should be done? Breaking

cing him

etween us. Finally, i

voice flat, devoid of wa

one. He had chosen, at leas

with disbelief and hurt. Then her gaze

in return, mouthing

ream of rage, she

face Gideon, who was watching

he real test of the night was only beginning. His w

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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."”