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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 225 - Insignificant Details

Slim fingers with red, long polished nails moved over the exposed arm of another.

Frost formed over the place of contact.

A struggle.

A muffled groan, because that was all the one being put through this torture, could let out.

Nadia's mouth had been stuffed with a piece of clothing, gagged. Her hands and legs were chained to the table she was laid against.

Her eyes were wide open with the pain the cold brought her, it went deeper than the skin, she could feel it.

Kestra pulled away abruptly.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She turned in the direction where Collin was standing.

She had said she needed a fresh and new soul, had even specified who exactly she wanted and he had brought her to him as quickly as he could.

This man, what will he not do for his family?

A castle that was built on the clouds, was what his hope was. She prayed that he would keep staying in his delusion.

How else was she supposed to use him if he wasn't stupid and blindly hopeful?