The Dragon Prince's Branded Bride: From Family Shame to Imperial Throne

Chapter 2

Word Count: 775 | Released on: 27/10/2026

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d out just enough to look over the bowed heads

gold dragonfire thread, his heavy boots ringing against the floor. Through the collar of his coat, a pure gold dragon core pulsed over his

crushing weight of his pure-blood aura, dragging up memo

orner clinging to the arm of a tall man. His oily voice s

Preston-Brecken Humphrey-the vassal half-blood knight from the recording stone

s his face as his eyes dragged s

o spin, and a high-pitched ringing drowned out

my skirt, and bolted blindly through a smal

o the unlit courtyard. My boot caught on a mossy sto

my nose, freezing me in place. Grant had clearly slipped out of the hall before the toa

like an iron shackle, hauling me up

traight into my chest. A violent tremor shook me down to my bones. I gasped and looked up, c

es-this was the Fated Flame, the one-sided recognition where a Dragon-born's soul locked onto a Dragonless mate. And yet the Fated Flame was not the on

n core beneath his uniform flared with blinding

ep in his chest, and he spoke a single

rm to break free, but his grip tightene

y jaw to the side of my neck, inhaling my scent in deep, ragged breaths. Inside him, I could feel the te

d a group of laughing nobles s

aced by icy disgust. He flung my wrist away as if I

out here?" His voice

the racing pulse in my throat. "It is

sion. "The First Dragon must have lost his min

e water dumped over my head, killi

ght into his golden eyes. "Rest a

ttnie's sweet voice c

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The Dragon Prince's Branded Bride: From Family Shame to Imperial Throne

Clara Voss Fantasy

“As a Dragonless outcast, I was despised by my noble family and banished to the barren marches for five years over a framed scandal. When I was finally recalled for my stepsister's wedding, the Crown Prince accidentally triggered the Fated Flame bond with me. He tried to publicly reject me in disgust, but the King forced us to marry to secure the throne. Knowing this marriage was a death sentence, I tried to flee. But the prince hunted me down, dragged me back, and brutally burned his golden Flamebrand into my collarbone to mark me as his property. His favored noblewoman then framed me for attacking her. Believing her lies, the prince left me to the mercy of my family. My father beat me half to death with a barbed dragon-bone whip for daring to run and jeopardize their political ties. Bleeding and covered in raw welts, I was forced into a suffocating, high-collared black velvet gown to attend our formal betrothal banquet. I sat there trembling in agony, listening to them haggle over my life like a cheap piece of meat. I hated my family, and I hated the tyrant prince who dragged me into this hell. But halfway through the dinner, the prince who supposedly despised me suddenly stopped talking. He walked up behind my chair, violently ripped open my high collar, and stared at my bleeding, oozing whip wounds. The entire hall froze as his terrifying dragonfire pressure shattered the crystal plates, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "Who did this?"”