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

Her hand stilled on her night robe, and she suppressed a smile that almost took over her face. 


Eli had said anything would do and something about how the Bride Thief had said that, made her believe that he was telling the truth. 


Maybe this dream wasn't so useless after all. 


"There must be some explanation behind this." His voice cut her out of train of thoughts, but he obviously wasn't talking to her, as the highest the tone of his voice went was something that she could barely hear. "It must be this realm. The human's mind is feeble. That must be the problem. Not me." 


She folded her arms across her before raising up a hand to her face and repeatedly clicking a finger against her lower lip. 


"Can you describe how you look like." The clicking stopped, her finger resting there for a moment while she hummed, then folded her arms across her again. "I'm fighting the urge to imagine you as a broomstick." 


Chapter 84 - Wild To Dream's Beats