The Godblood Bride: Mending the Cursed Dragon Lord

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y read from a golden scroll, his monotone voice ec

Isis Beaumont to Lord Gideon Carlisle is hereby dissolved. In her stead, her dragon

asting a brief, pit

deemed a suitable match. The untainted noble blood of Isi

y truth hiding behin

tly spent half the family treasury bribing the roya

a worthless outcast to a dying monster just to keep his p

oom was thick, but i

my hands resting loosely in my lap, calmly

, Corbin, stood by

authority. But to my awakened senses, the overextension

w he was selling me ou

nvoy concluded, neatly rolling the scroll. With a

ence re

his expression a carefully

place in the monster's bed," he ordered, his voice dripping wi

r the desperate begging that the old Anya would have provided. To

ly, brushing a piece of li

cutting through the quiet room, entirely devo

ely off guard by my sudden def

smile touch my lips. I took a s

age tomorrow, Lord Beaumont. Because if

umont will face the executioner's block for treason-and every scrap of title

on of stolen gold. My late mother had been the sole heir to a wealthy merchant guild lea

monster betrayed her, leaving her to die in neglect while he par

crimson. "You ungrateful littl

tiating,"

uck from the Beaumont family registry. We

dowry, along with the locked wooden box of her relics you stole. Hand

slightly. He stared a

e thought practically sc

t a raised hand. Now... her eyes are freezing cold. Wha

kly overrode his bruised ego. If I di

d bring the gold and your mother's trash to your room! Consider

plied without

shock, I turned on my heel and walked u

delivered. I was sitting at my cracked vanity, tracing the bra

heavy perfume, anno

stepsisters,

ed, her voice dripping with fake symp

her eyes flashing maliciously

Lord of the South is a savage beast. They sa

ggle. "Don't be so harsh, Isis. It's a mi

g in close so her br

the ravine. Falling from that cliff, only to get caught by a thick pine branc

den hairbrush from the table, and thre

" Isis whispered venomously. "

tching them gloat. I wasn't an

off that cliff three days

the near-death crisis didn't kill me-it sha

e Primordial Dragon God. I inherited centuries of lost medical

lanned to return to th

ow and cultivate my newly awakened powers for ye

village, I heard the rumors of the

bride for Gideon Carlisle, t

uld rather commit treason than send her precious Isis to a dy

ged my bruised body back

k of seeing me alive was quic

gerly forced me into this cheap gown and tossed me int

using me. They didn't

l lamb. I knew the crippled monster of the South held a m

s incurable legs, and in exchange, use his immense, bloody power t

I rose from my chair a

g smile spread

?" I whispe