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Substitute Marriage: Awakening The Dragon King

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 780    |    Released on: Today at 16:58

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pt twisting her wrinkled features. "Since the Lady has

d coldly, cutting the old woman off. "My lady has never been married before. She has never witnessed

here under royal decree to officiate the wedding, but I knew her tr

tting married, or us? Lady Genevieve hasn't spoken a single word, yet her maid has q

Genevieve is merely the adopted daughter of House Cruz, she is still of

t, yet her maid puts on airs g

urifying embers today, wh

r wrath, I fear Lady Genevieve

atus. I was merely the adopted, supposedl

had frozen over. While I wasn't outright beaten, my standing was nowhere near t

dy failing, but he was also the thorn in Queen Corrin's side. An isolated, unfavored ward marrying a

had no intention of pla

s constant, personal care. If I scorch my feet walking across that searing iron grate today, how am I to serve him properly? I trust Her Majesty, as the mothe

w, bitter chuckles. "I didn't expect the new Lady to have such

e power over the inner courts, and as a senior matron who had served the Quee

despised, adopted bride was an in

r me," I said, my gaze shifting slightly. "Jett. Take Matron Hay

," Jett repli

. She stumbled back a few steps, her voice

ng the attention of the few wedding guests in attenda

orward with his brothers in tow. Taking in the

g and brawling on a day of joyous uni

as if she had just spotted her savior. She scrambled toward him, twis

ward off dark omens. But the new Lady refuses, claiming she cannot cross! Not only did she defy my instructions, but she ordered her guard t

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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."”