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Substitute Marriage: Awakening The Dragon King

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 740    |    Released on: Today at 16:58

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Two daughters of the Cruz house being wed on t

f deafening brass and festive clamor, my carriage finally rolled to

ed away, replaced

chestrated by the hands of Q

edridden, his marrow devoured by the frost of dra

isturb his fragile rest, the Queen had ensured that

ce the arrival of the dragon's bride. The estate's courty

The vibrant velvet pooled around my feet, its golden-thread embroid

ace, restricting my vision to the crude,

a ceremonial car

the corners of my lips beneath th

ediately caught my arm to steady me

ld of the estate, making my way toward the grand hall. Behind me followed

d my path. Six stern-faced dowagers flanked the doorway, t

e daughter. It should have commanded the utmost reverence. But to certain pow

useless, dragonless sacr

d draped in a fine fur-lined cloak, her chin raised in arrogant disdain. "Passing over the flames wards off ill omens,

ove

It was a staggering two feet wide and nearly ten f

ild boar onto it, the scent of searing flesh would fill the air instantly. Yet t

pig, or did she mistake me for a

she glared at Martha Hayes. "Who could possibly step over a

Martha snapped, her brow furrowing with deep displeasure.

glowing red with heat, and you dare suggest walking across it? Would you cross it? My lady wears silk sl

te under the direct authority of Queen Corrin Frazier! We were tasked with managing

a fierce step forward, utterly unafraid of the Queen's hounds. "Why don't you venerab

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Substitute Marriage: Awakening The Dragon King
Substitute Marriage: Awakening The Dragon King
“By royal decree, I was arranged to marry the Sixth Lord, Prince Bronson. But before the scroll could be sealed, my adoptive sister Blaire fell to her knees, fabricating a divine omen to steal my fiancé. She forced me to take her place and marry the deposed Fourth Lord, Jonah Montgomery. Everyone knew Jonah was a crippled prince, his dragon core poisoned by Dragonslayer Gold, rotting away in a dark estate. My adoptive family eagerly threw me to the wolves, sending me off in a battered wooden cart. At Jonah's gates, the Queen's sadistic attendant even tried to force me to walk barefoot across white-hot iron plates just to burn me alive before I could see my husband. Blaire gloated, entirely convinced she had stolen the ultimate prize. She thought I was just a dragonless orphan being sent to die beside a rotting corpse. What she didn't know was that I had been reborn too. In our past life, it took decades of my secret healing arts and political maneuvering to drag the cowardly Bronson to the throne. Blaire had gladly stolen my greatest burden. And the "dying" cripple I was sent to marry? Deep within his poisoned marrow slept the most terrifying, pure-blooded Golden Dragon this kingdom had seen in three centuries. I stepped into his freezing, death-filled bedchamber, grabbed his wrist, and smiled. "Swear to be my sharpest sword, and I will make you a king."”