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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 14 - Know Your Place

“So much merriment while we rot in hiding just because of a self proclaimed saviour! A self proclaimed savior that has done nothing for us. The Heir of the Lost Throne!” She hissed, baring her teeth. “For how long will this foolish behavior continue? It irks me!” Nyka said the moment she stepped into the section of the Cave that belonged to the Channeller.

“And good evening to you too, Nyka.”

A smile bloomed on her face, and she hurried to the Channeller who was standing at one side of the cave.

Standing!

“Gamama!” She slipped her arms around her in an embrace, overjoyed to see her looking better than she had in years. “You look amazing. Like the sun kissed your skin. The herbs must finally be working. I will go and gather some more…”