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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!

Phinix · Fantasia
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Chapter 106 - Love In Sheets

Yes, he did.

Who wouldn't love Kestra. She was like family. The only one who had been with him through his trying times, stood my him through it all.

He loved her.

But there were different types of love and for the one his Donna was asking him about, the answer was 'no'.

What bothered him though wasn't the question but why she must have asked it.

For everything there was a reason.

So why?

"Why did you ask?"

"You haven't answered me yet." She said with a click on her tongue against the roof of her mouth, although the glint in her eyes held no playfulness.

"No, I do not have romantic feelings for my right hand woman."

She chuckled, casually checking through the wardrobe again.

"You must be in love with saying too many words."

"Do you find it disturbing, perhaps?"

If he could have it his way, he would try to make sure everything about him was perfect to her, that there would be nothing about him that she would have a problem with.

She shrugged.