Marrying The Fake Invalid Dragon Lord

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le, I had already been locked in this rotting dungeon for a full year, my Dragon Core

pun sugar yet dripping with sickening venom. She wore a magnificent crimson gown woven w

st the stench of my rotting flesh. "After all, His Highness and I are officially marrying today. The bells of the Dragon Crown Sa

ing decreed by the King, with ten miles of red silk draping the capital-what a spectacular display of glory. Yet, two years ago, when I entered Damian's estate, I wa

essionless, as if I didn't

sed Gale's eyes. What she hated the most was that, eve

e good news. Your precious little brother, Rowan. Only twelve years old, yet he cried and begged at the palace gates, screaming that he want

lank, the blood in my v

eated you like a real sister, and y

I truly cared about in this world. But he had been brainwashed and manipulated by Gale and her mother, treating me

e actually dared to storm the Dragon Court alone to rescue you. Guess what happened? He was shot through by

ched, a jagged shard of ic

shattered soul forced the sound out. Quinn was the loyal guard my mother had left me, but I h

orthless life, it would cost b

ned in my gut. I lunged at her like a madwoman, desperate to tear her throat out with m

ves me the most. His Highness Prince Damian loves me the most. Even your former fiancé, Ansel Beaumont, has been beggi

ve my sister her wedding toast. I must ret

uid was poured down my throat. It was the 'Soul's Extinction,' a poison that b

ls of black, poisoned blood. The agoniz

stared dead at Gale's retreating back, etching her

you all to hell. Gale, Damian, Ansel, and my co

swallowed

gone. The agon

chest heaving. The liquid hellfire in my thr

furnishings. After a brief moment of

was not my bedroom at Griffith Manor. This was a guest chamber in the

r. I scrambled out of bed and rushed to the vanity mirror. The face stari

s re

is day. In my past life, Gale had drugged my tea. But I hadn't realized until now that it was Elara who must have hel

tsteps and a woman's shriek echoed

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ior wall. Lachlan Beaumont, the bastard son of a vassal family, stood in th

. Look at this skin... I'm g