Awakening Love: Reborn to Be His Dragon Bride

Chapter 5

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rounds below, woke me at dawn. Sunlight streamed through the ta

y exactly as I'd left him,

wool. I was no longer a young maiden; I was the lady of Iro

e a thin, nourishing broth, i

red at the door, his expression troubled. "My

no time. I had expected this-a "helper" sent to e

or," I said calmly. "I

would make them wait. That was the first lesson for

y stepmother's envoy. Matron Grimsby. A woman whose

ven bother to stand when I entered. Her

f the room, the lady's chair. A servant brought me tea

n, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Lady Beatrice was so worried about

: I was an ignorant child

ind. However, I suspect the customs of Ironfang K

e, I am the mistress. I will teach my own s

fied, especially by me. I could see her preparing to unleash

This was the first battle for control of my ne

IEN

a gasp, my h

rd me, a vision in white silk. But as I reached for her han

into a colossal golden dragon, shielding Seraphina beneath one massive wing be

hed in a cold sweat. A ph

ed to the window, my mind in tu

diagnosed me with nothing more than an ailment

on sharing Gideon's bed the moment she arrived. Such a shameless creature.

how to cling to

ther's words felt like a sharp sting. An image of Seraphina's face at the ban

it wasn'

a jolt of genuine

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“At the royal feast, the Dragon King raised his goblet to announce my greatest honor: a betrothal to Crown Prince Damien Beaumont-Carlisle. The hall rippled with laughter at me-a cold-blooded "Dragonless," an orphan of a fallen house, clinging to her pathetic, unrequited devotion to the future king. But staring into Damien's golden eyes, I could only feel the agonizing ghost of my past life. He had never loved me. After tiring of me, he threw me into his dungeons and left me to starve. As I lay dying in that endless, freezing darkness, the only warmth I ever felt was a stranger's kindness-a piece of bread and a cup of water, slipped through the bars by Gideon, the "crippled" Dragon Lord of the North. I died forgotten, my years of devotion worth less than nothing to the man I had loved. Then I opened my eyes-and I was back at the exact moment before the King sealed my fate. "My heart already belongs to another," I interrupted, my voice ringing through the silent hall as I stared straight into Damien's shocked face. "I wish to marry the Lord of Ironfang Keep. Gideon Beaumont-Carlisle." I would trade the powerful, living prince for his comatose, wounded uncle. And this time, I would not wait for death to find me. I would wake the sleeping dragon-and make every soul who wronged me regret the day I was reborn.”