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

Please Note - An asterisk before the dialogue means the words are being said in another language. 


Her mind repeated over and over again. 


There were claw marks on his face, deep painful lines engraved into his skin, and his eyes… they looked wildly different. There was blood, so much blood. 


Why was he covered in all that blood?! 


Tingling feelings spread where his hand met her skin, but her fear was overpowering. It was all she could feel. 


His eyes seemed to communicate with her and she gave jerky nods to assure him that she would stay silent. 


He pulled his hand away from her and the first word that slipped out of her lips was a whisper. 


“My son—” she begged, keeping her eyes fixed on him while she spread her hands around her in a desperate search for Arlo. 


Her hand touched something —no, someone on the bed. 


Chapter 3 - Enemies Everywhere