The Dragonless Maid's Dangerous Royal Mate

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trying to calm the fra

d meat, the expensive Dragon's Breath perfume worn by the nobility, and something else

giant tapestries hanging on the walls, bringing them to life. Woven with gold thread, they

e's got a crowd

in my ear, her tone a mix

side of the hall. Courtland Beaumont stood there, a prince from

idered in silver thread on his shoulder. His short, golden hair gleamed u

chest. I bit down on my lower lip,

t's a good chance. Almost everyone is here to

scale patterns, no family crest. It was the typical attire of

bitterness sharp on my own tongue. "I'm just one of the Drag

who could shift into dragon

t, Claire. So what if you're Dragonless? You're a th

s just trying

entire life just to give me the chance to be a handmaid

raising his glass. On his hand was a signet ring carved with t

lowly handmaiden, not as one of the

es on my fingertips, a permanent reminder of m

thinking and do something! At least

hen filled with a str

east for Hardin Beaumont. The atmo

d the chattering group of women. He

ct chance. My brea

le push from behind,

ned skirt, and started walking toward the

ing on clouds. My palms began t

evening, Lord Courtland

s raced, Cour

s if waiting

sive, dragon-carved stone pillar, my

ntle smile sprea

le wasn'

walked up to him. It was Rosalind Sterling, a

instant, like being doused

d the pillar, unabl

face etched with wor

g a smile. "Nothing. I

't hide in the shadows forever. I took a deep brea