The Dragonless Maid's Dangerous Royal Mate

Chapter 3

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class. The noise in the corridor pulled me from my thoughts.

was a spacious room, devoid of lavish decorations, with only

a seat and was wavi

pty chair next to her. "Wha

I found out Lord Courtland is auditing the class today

a mix of anticipation and anxiet

f seating arrangements walked in. He held

ames, assigning each person a seat. "...

was being sent to the

ng, first row, third seat." I watched as Rosalind

left-the lowest-ranking Dr

waved a dismissive hand toward the back corne

en't living people but objects to be placed. The

est, but I pulled her back. I knew these were the

agonless status hung their h

very last row and sat in the seat closest to the wall. From here

n a fitted training uniform that made him look even more imposing. He we

nged a few quiet words. The s

mpathetic look fro

ed a papyrus scroll and a char

im in status, then I would p

ragonless. I couldn't shift into a dragon, couldn't fight on a bat

k, focusing all my at

f the class walked in

ies for the kingdom's eastern bord

en were yawning or whisp

my papyrus. Every defensive node, every resou

else. I was learning for myself, so I wou

gaze from the f

tland's profile as he focused on the lec

it be? In his eyes, I was probably no diffe

burying my he

cil scratched ag

n the quiet back of the room. It f

, would never jus

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The Dragonless Maid's Dangerous Royal Mate

Jia Zhong Fantasy

“I am a lowly "Dragonless" handmaiden in a world ruled by powerful dragon-shifting nobles. For years, I secretly loved Courtland Beaumont, the flawless heir to the fortress. When I finally gathered the courage to approach him at a grand banquet, he publicly humiliated me. Standing next to his high-born lover, he laughed and coldly declared that a worthless Dragonless girl like me would never be his type. My heart shattered. I fled the hall in tears, only to crash into a tall, terrifying stranger in the dark corridor. He grabbed my wrist hard enough to bruise, mocked my crying face, and sneered that a kitchen maid like me didn't belong there. Furious and completely broken, I lost my mind and screamed at him, calling him an arrogant, rude bastard before running away. But when my friend dragged me back to the hall for the main ceremony, my blood ran cold. The stranger I had just cursed out was standing on the high dais. He was Hardin Beaumont, the Dragon Lord's infamous, violent second son who had just returned from exile. And his dark, cruel eyes were locked right on me. I had offended both the heir I loved and the dangerous prince I feared in a single night. I kept my head down, desperately trying to sneak out the back door to escape my doomed fate. But a lazy, chilling voice suddenly echoed through the quiet crowd, stopping me in my tracks. "Leaving so soon? Is it because you look down on me, or the Beaumont family?"”