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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 256 - The Dangers Of "Fatherly" Love

Taria's father wouldn't let her out of his sight after that, not even after they had gotten to the guest chambers in the Village Head's house.

He showered her with so much care and attention that no one would be able to see through his actions and sense the evil motive that laid at the center of it.

Her reception of her father's care was cold, and some of the physicians that had come to take care of her, silently judged her got being spoilt, ungrateful and rude.

Zeppus apologized profusely for the incident but she needed no apology from him, but from that nosy warrior that had saved her.

Everyone left but her father.

Why wasn't he going to his room yet?

It was getting harder and harder to breath. Her heart was racing and fear claimed her chest as its abode.