What exactly does it mean to be his bride?

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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?

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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

She had never seen anything like that in her life before, oh wait, except for that stone in the Forbidden Room but still, this was different. 


"I am alright now." The King's whisper snapped her out of her train of thoughts and she blinked. 


"What was that?" She asked, her voice a little breathy from the shocked state she was still in. 


"Nothing important," the King replied with his casual dismissiveness and she frowned. 


"Your blood..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to look for the right words. "It withered my lily. Like it was some sought of poison---" 


"It's my sickness." He finally let out with a grunt but she wasn't done. There had to be more to it. 


"Your hand." She looked down at his hand again but he was no longer bleeding and the contaminated water had now washed away, along with her lily, leaving now in it's place, clean rushing water. "It was bleeding. Why?" 


Chapter 58 - Dangerously Smitten