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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

(COMPLETED) 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. Please check out my other books. 1. The Alphas' Chaos, The King's Forbidden 2. Mated To The King Of Darkness (COMPLETED) 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 190 - Boxed Surprises!

The bellowing of the men's laughter as they slammed their mazers against one another, collided with the loud voices of the giggling ladies as their hands snuck into the men's garments in a sensuous manner, rubbing them off the coins they had carefully tucked away before they came,

The music struggled with all the noise, still managing to be defined in its melodious combination, over the loud conversation, as the scantily dressed ladies on the stage, floor, and tables, danced to it.

This was the Tavern.

A place far from the Capital's Market Square, and hidden away.

Life here was different from the life of the people closest to the Square.

Here it was music, it was alcohol, it was sex, it was violence.

It was easy to kill someone here and get away with it.

The Tarvern was a safe place for many atrocities, having only one major rule to be followed - Whatever happened the Tarvern, stayed in the Tarvern.