Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King

Chapter 4

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t. The place was dripping with gold leaf and polished mahogany, a level of opulence

lence between us thick and awkward. This

h. A single meal here cost more than my monthly rent. I

voice broke the silence. He seemed utte

in my chest. I felt a strange pang of secondhand embarrassment for him. He was

t consulting me, he proceeded to order several of the tavern's signa

e secret offerings known only to the highest echelons of the capital's nobility. How could a borde

ste it. My mind was consumed with a single, mortifying prob

e front desk, a sharp tapping sound came from the window. A courier

. Nothing good ever came fr

lled the parchment. It was his

l" conduct at the ceremony, f

he Carney estate and apologize to

ould see to it that my position at the Scribe's Guild

ment. I was the victim, yet I was being or

d suppressed all day finally

lence. Now he spoke, his voice da

ic family drama. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.

golden eyes scan

A palpable killing intent rolled off him in waves, so pure and potent it was a physi

f paper, but I felt as if he wer

the name, his voice

slighted nobleman. This was the cold, absolute wrath of a pre

rd" I had married was something far more

e. The murderous glint in his eyes was gone, replac

of my fear. I wiped at my ey

nging with a conviction that surprised even

er of something-approval, perhap

e lavish meal forgotten.

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Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King

Catlaina Sloggett Fantasy

“I knelt on the cold stone of the Dragon God Altar, waiting to marry Lord Harper Carney. It was my only chance to escape the gilded cage of my family. But when Harper finally arrived, he wasn't alone. His arm was wrapped tightly around my cousin, Hettie. Right in front of the entire court, he coldly announced that our marriage was a mistake. Hettie leaned into his embrace, wearing a triumphant smile while playing the innocent victim. The assembled nobles openly jeered at me. They mocked my greatest failing-that I was a worthless "Dragonless" born without the inner fire. My own father was furious, not at them, but at me. He demanded I go to Hettie's estate and beg for her forgiveness. When I refused, he threatened to cut off all my funds and revoke my only job at the Royal Scribes' Office. I was publicly abandoned, stripped of my dignity, and left with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. Why should I be the one to apologize when they were the ones who betrayed me? For years, I had endured their abuse, treated like a pawn to be sacrificed at will. But looking at their smug faces, my despair turned into cold resolve. I took off my betrothal coronet and dropped it at Harper's feet, publicly nullifying the contract myself. I thought I would have to face the ruin alone, until a mysterious, powerful man with burning golden eyes stepped out of the shadows. "Marry me," he said. "I will be your shield, and we will crush them together."”