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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

What exactly does it mean to be his bride? *** Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride. No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past. Was he turning them into slaves? Feeding them to his dragon? Or was he... feeding on them? That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human. Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart. What was he using them for?! But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be. Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen. Why? Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it? *** Note - This novel contains mature content. - Cover isn't mine. Full credit to the artist. Should they require that I take it down, I will. __ Want to give me more inspiration? Weekly Goals. 15 golden tickets - 1 bonus chapter. 200 power stones - 1 bonus chapter. ((Please help me meet them, thank you!)) Please check out my other books. 1. Stealing The Alphas' Soul (In a competition, please support). 2. Mated To The King Of Darkness 3. Dangerously Yours Till Eternity. Also, please check out "MOANSTERS // Reverse Harem" if you are interested in Reverse Harem stories. Thank you!

Phinix · Fantasy
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Chapter 130 - Aftermath Of Little Actions

"The General is right outside this door. We can start right now and have him drag you to the dungeon or have him execute you. Save you from the troubles of seeing your unwanted 'product' ascend the throne." She paused and added with a bitter smile, watching how Isa's eyes went cold the more she spoke. "Rescue you from bowing to her. I wouldn't want you to hurt your back with all that stressful process, mother."

Isa lost it right there.

"I should have killed you the moment I gave birth to you! I should have strangled that tiny little neck of yours, I should have pressed a pillow over your head and seized the breath from that small nose, I should have stuffed the life right out of you a long time ago."

"You could have!" No matter how many times she had already been told that she was unwanted by her mother, hearing it again always hurt. "You could have done all that so why didn't you?!"