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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 · Fantasy
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Chapter 142 - Creeping Doubt

He shrugged.

"He touched you."

"So you severed his hand?"

"What?" She couldn't see his face but by now, she had come to know that he would be wearing a light frown beneath that mask. "You were not expecting that I would just allow him to go scot-free after what he did to you, were you?"

"You could have just locked him up in one of your many dungeons to teach him a lesson that takes an important body part from him forever."

"His presence was tiring." He ran his fingers through his brown hair that was so dark, sometimes it got mistaken for black, his nails clicking against his crown as he did that. "I wanted to get rid of him as soon as I could."

"You can't just go severing people's hands like that, Eli."

"Why not? He attacked you. He attacked my Bride, his future Queen."

She bit her lips.

"You've made him handicapped."