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Too Late For Regret: My Dragon Lord

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 770    |    Released on: Today at 09:52

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r the pressure. The scent of him-a mix of sulfur and molten gold that

d ready to erupt into flame and turn me to ash. "Sa

ot from fear, but from a child's helpless r

strength I could muster, I repeated, clearly, "I said

xpected me to actually do it. The guards around

g over me like I was an insect he was about to crush. "Regret it? A pathetic Dragonless w

the guard again. "It seems ten lashes

voice a soft coo. "Caelus, please don't

l stop me today. I'm going to teach her, and t

me, it whistled through the air, aim

er across the stones. Even Catharine's li

re the whip fell, I did somethin

ot my hand out with shocking speed an

than an inch fro

rtyard was utterly silent, sav

nadulterated disbelief. He tried to yank the wh

g at my skin, but I didn't let go. I could feel a

with my body. I was a full head shorter than Cae

it sliced through the silence like a

on. A powerful Dragon Lord, his weapon caught bare-hand

ed his momentum against him, pulling sharply as he pulle

ne finally breaking. Their lord h

. She covered her mouth, he

, you listen to me. I, Florence Wilkerson, am not you

to a stunned Mrs. Hay

ng Caelus directly. "You flog me

his shame turned to fury. "Do I need proof? You

because your precious concubine whispered something

harine!" Caelus roared, trying ag

might, staggered backward several steps before r

A Dragon Lord who can't even exercise basic judgm

rs, aimed directly

iles of the courtyard began to vibrate faintly as his dra

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Too Late For Regret: My Dragon Lord
Too Late For Regret: My Dragon Lord
“I am "Dragonless" wife of a powerful Dragon Lord. But the moment I opened my eyes, I was being publicly whipped for a false adultery charge orchestrated by his favored concubine. My five-year-old son, Aethan, threw his tiny body over mine to take the brutal, dragon-hide lash. My husband, Caelus, looked at us with pure disgust. "Get out of the way, you Dragonless bastard! Continue the punishment." He ordered the guards to drag my bleeding child away so he could finish beating me to death. To secure a pardon, I used my modern medical knowledge to pull Caelus's other son-the concubine's child-back from a fatal fever. But instead of gratitude, the concubine coached her recovered child to frame me, claiming I had maliciously tortured him with my acupuncture needles. Caelus instantly believed their act, looking at me with murderous suspicion once again. Meanwhile, my own son suddenly coughed up blood and fell unconscious, his spleen silently ruptured from the brutal whip lash he took for me. Looking at my dying child and my cold, arrogant husband, my heart completely died. Why should I stay in this hell, begging for the affection of a blind, cruel man who would let his own flesh and blood die over a cheap lie? I ripped the priceless royal brooch from my collar and stabbed it fiercely into Caelus's hand when he tried to grab my wrist. "I want a divorce. I am done with you completely and forever." This time, I am leaving this wretched place to save my son and live for myself.”