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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!

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Chapter 4 - A Crazy Friend

Aniya flinched, and Ulima quickly wiped the milk away with their napkin. *” Go back to where you came from, you maggot.” Her eyes were filled with apology, her voice was gentle and soothing, while the words that slipped past her lips were nothing but foul.

The other maid, Ganisa, quickly knelt by Aniya’s side, getting the other stains of the milk off Aniya’s skin with her napkin. She wiped too hard on nothing, and Aniya flinched.

*“The stains that I give the earth are better than you.” She held Aniya’s gaze, like she was giving an apology.

Mistaking their words for apologies, Aniya nodded, telling them not to worry about her. She had more things to worry about right now than the stinging feeling in her shoulder.

Despite feeding him, her son was still warmer than he should be in her arms. Her worry was consuming her.

Hopefully, they would be able to understand her language.