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

Chapter 6

Word Count: 750 | Released on: 27/10/2026

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f as the public ox-cart jolted through the deep mud of the trad

ff the rough mercenaries sitting across from me. If I could just reach the Grayrock Town transfer station a

down tavern in Grayrock Town, I jumped down into the mud

id my forged travel papers across the counte

ised his iron stamp. Suddenly, a low, booming

he sonic boom of an apex dra

docks as everyone craned

ure-blood pressure slammed down on the town as a colossal dragon circl

arwood and wildfire poured down from the sky, pinning me

opping his iron stamp as he collap

ter and bolted into a narrow, winding cobblest

down into the town square, shattering every glass window on the

nt. Just as I rounded a sharp corner toward the back gates, two towering Dragon Gua

nes and spun around to run back, s

rom the high clouds. His gloved hand shot out and clamped around

rowled against my ea

bit her lip hard enough to bleed rather than beg for me

r, she would have boarded that so

posing her pale face-and the dark red blood s

out a furious roar inside my skull. My fingers

ded, my eyes locked on

jerked her chin away. "None o

ween my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look up at me. "Did you really

straight into my eyes without blinking. "Isn't bru

of her hopeless eyes on the day of her ex

oots and pounding fists, and marched straight back to the town s

d and die in my palace!" I snarled, tossing her onto the padded f

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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?"”