Marrying The Fake Invalid Dragon Lord

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uest chambers, slowly sipping my tea. It was my late mother's chair. I hadn't

oody garbage on the rug nearby. The servants gave him a wide berth,

ont arrived, his younger sister I

ndsome on the outside, yet so utterly rotten

ing onto his brother's broken, whimpering form. His

out an ear-piercing shriek. "Kara! What

the mahogany table wit

serene. "I was simply exercising a noble lady

rother got drunk, broke into the private chambers, and attempted to assau

sting reputation. But House Griffith was a minor family compared to his, and he had never

like a dog!" Isla screeched, her face contorted wi

ne humiliating the Beaumont name is him, isn't it? A bastard son who can't contr

's fragile pride. His brother's scandalous behavior

hed, superior demeanor. "Kara, this is all a terrible misunderstanding. Lachlan was dru

trothal because marrying the first daughter of the Prince

, looking at him as if he had just to

y straight spine and the cold, unyielding fire in my eyes mad

are you insulting

sister conspired with my sister to frame me. And you, my

y took a step back, his eyes flickering with so

down on me with thinly veiled di

owing, magical Dragon Flame Seals of both our Houses. In the world of the Dragon-born, a contract sealed by Dr

a's shocked eyes, I

birth and the burning hatred in my soul-flooded my hands. W

ipped the document that symboli

t, clear, cold, and absolute, echoing through the reception h

rom my fingertips, settling lik

n. To be publicly rejected, and by a 'Dragonless' girl h

ed, trembling with rage, unable t

ng onto Ansel's. "Now, take your trash

bsolute authority tha

e had lost. If he pushed this any further, Lachlan's scandal would only

d for his guards to haul the sem

his gaze promising retribution. "Ka

I never regret anything. But you, Ansel.

trailing behind him l

se of calm settling over me. I had just shattere

ke

, several distinguished guests who had stayed behin

eanor refined and gentle. He chuckled softly. "The first daug

man sitting in the wheelchair be

, deathly pallor, yet his facial features were strikingly handsome, his jawline made even sharper by his e

g body, his eyes were as cold and de

e a marriage for you, and your father, the Duke, has already agreed. It seems they have chosen a daughter from House Griffith. Howe

his tone indifferent. "I do not have much time left in

nyone would only be a burden to

is sentence, a violent f

coughed up a massive mouthful of black, tainted blood, h

Alistair ordered his men urgently, pulling out his ro