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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 29 - Make Me Feel Things

When next she opened her eyes, it was to the daylight brightness of her room, Raquel's worried eyes and the King's angry ones.

Wait, what? The King?

What was he doing here and why was he angry?

"Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes boring down at her from where he was standing next to her bed.

She couldn't hold his gaze though, not after dreaming about him all throughout the night. Not after the last thing he had done to her in her dream.

Even though she knew it was just a dream, the feeling still lingered in her veins somehow.

"Yes, I am, your Majesty."

"How dare Kestra make you drink?! What if something had happened to you?! What if it was something you couldn't handle and everything had gone south. What would have become of me?!" His voice thundered.

She quickly looked up at him, his eyes were blazing with rage.

He was mad at Lady Kestra?

"She will be punished for this!"

Her heart raced.