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

Chapter 3

Word Count: 771 | Released on: 27/10/2026

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e the balustrade, a crowd of nobles searching for

light, then looked at Grant's rigid ba

voice. "Good heavens, Lord Marshal, why were yo

ped toward me, and a wave of nas

his golden eyes narrowing with

ight, staring Brittnie down. "I was merely passing

ne staff. His sharp eyes locked onto the golden glow still fading beneath Grant's coll

the garden. Not a singl

Keeping his eyes fixed on my face, he raised his right ha

er the courtyard. "I, Grant Walters, swear by the dragon

a giant invisible fist crushing my heart. A muffled groan escaped my li

l voice cut above the rest. "Did you hear that? E

etallic taste of blood filled my mouth

e flame, a booming voice carrying absolute royal a

Upon the king's brow sat the Dragon Crown, forged from the First Dragon's core. It flared with blinding golden fire, i

f his son and looked down.

his head up through gritted teeth. "Father, she is a ruined Dra

s scepter against the flagstones. "The will of the First

e so only the three of us could hear. "

hands balled into white-knuckled fists agains

life, Grant squeezed his eyes shut and cru

ediate backlash. Grant's shoulders jerked, and he cough

None of them had expected the supreme Dragon King

me. "Prepare yourself. Three months from now, on

ve me. A suffocating wave of dread washed over me. I could not marry

ade, I hauled myself to my feet and bowed

glove and stepped close to me. "You won," he whispered, his voic

s glare with a mocking smile. "Then I

raised his crystal goblet towa

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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?"”