The Jilted Dragonless Bride's Royal Revenge

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with the violent jolting of the carriage made my stomach

for my service pistol. Instead, my freezing fingertips

my knees. Tears streaked her dirt-smudged face as she kept he

e tore through my skull, flooding my min

ff while tracking a suspect, and now I wake up in the Dragonr

uchy. A Dragonless cold-blood who could never shift... and today is her weddin

k with him from the northern campaign, and everyo

wallowed a lethal dose of dissolved Dragonslay

chest, where a vicious poi

conditioning, I forced down the spasms in my heart and wiped t

o a halt, slamming my back against

terrifying beastly pressure that sent Daisy collap

chalk-white. "Why would the Prince's high guards use s

hed in, carrying a nauseating, metallic stench of molten gol

d wooden carriage forced into the

d by two massive, iron-gray four-legged Drakes

ormed blazing Dragonfire patterns-a privileg

was raspy and ice-cold, stripped of

sort," Daisy sobbed. "The Prince ordered her c

out the situation: favoring a low-born concub

water, splashing mud across our plain, crestless

ow-ranking red-blood Dragon-kin crowded togethe

single Drake to clear her path. What an embarrassment for t

their stares and pulled a sharp,

o my index finger, using acute pain to trigger

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was quiet, yet the commanding pressure in i

of wind lifted her red-gold curtain, revealing a deli

urving into a mocking smirk as if wat

on, giving her the exact cold gaze I

yard, the massive iron gates inlaid with glowing

ntered yet!" The old palace steward yelled in fake panic outs

cheap red veil from my head,

I stepped out as the howling wind w

looking down at the smirking palace guards, a

es his royal bride? Too cowardly t