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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 52 - Tales From a Bleeding Heart

"No one wanted bad luck, they wouldn't employ us, nor sell to us, nor give to us. Even though we told them about our daughter, they looked at us with sympathetic eyes, yet they shut their doors and windows, as if we would infect them with our ill fate if they entertained us longer."

She sniffled, her face a hot mess.

Then she reached for the hem of her dress and blew loudly into it, clearing her nostrils so that she could breathe.

When she spoke once again, her voice was really quiet.

"We had no where else to turn to, but to go straight to the Castle that everyone dreaded for the King that lived in it and his monstrous beast. We were ready to die if it came to that, anything to save our daughter. We didn't meet the King. Who were we to make such request? We just knelt in front of the Castle gate and cried out for mercy."

Belladonna could imagine that, she could imagine their pain and desperation, she could feel it.