Awakening Love: Reborn to Be His Dragon Bride

PHIN

se Hayes upon the esteemed Crown Prince of our k

omed, but the words warped

g a soft, pearlescent glow, was real. The air, thick with the scent of wine wa

dungeon, the metallic tang of my own blood, Damien's handsome fac

as

aring to utter the final, bind

ds, a smirk playing on his lips. The dragonfire patterns on his tunic, embroidered with the golden thread reserv

l of the same dismissive ownership that he'd worn in my past l

re and potent, surged fr

Not

ronounce thi

ai

in the suddenly silent hal

on me. A Dragonless girl, an orphan from a fallen house, daring to interrupt a roy

melting into a mask of

pressure that threatened to crush me. I lifted the hem

sank into a deep curtsy befo

hrone, which was carved from a single, massive piece of dragon-crystal. His brow furrowed.

both timid and utterly resolute. "Forgive my impertinence,

e in the capital knew of my years-long, humiliating

e thought this was a game, a foolish, desperate

d nails tapped against the armrest of her throne. "Oh? And who is this paragon

ears well in my eyes, but m

ang Keep," I declared. "Lor

sil

eon. The King's younger brother. The Warlord of the North. A her

his Dragon Core dormant after a de

ne. To give up the glorious, powerful Crown

er, incredulous disbelief. He actually laughe

l marry no man but Lord Gideon. I know he is gravely wounded, but I will dedicate my l

lty and oath that dragons held so dear, gave the King pause. H

t. He was finally realizing it. Thi

sing his broken, us

in his golden eyes-not just rage, but a

marriage of a minor, Dragonless girl was a small price to pay for a display of "deep affection and loy

bject, but a single sharp loo

ex mix of emotions. "Since your heart is set, and you

weight on my

d changed the first

the dais. As I passed Damien, I didn't even grant him a glance. I could feel the heat o

t

ir. Behind me lay the glittering, venomous pit of my past