The Dragonless Wife Is A Royal Heiress

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n the stones like the col

er me, the bronze Harris badge on her

ched in my bloodied fingers as agony t

d lips, immediately followed by

, the second wave hit me, dragging another scream from my thro

st as she wiped the infants with scrap rags. "Two more mouths for the Lord's charity

dropped the tiny, shivering bundles into

ward where I lay-the cold room for the Dragonless: commoners with no fire in their

nd urgently. "He swore on his Dragon Oath he woul

For you? To an unregistered stray pushed

small eyes squinting down at m

ster. He is currently at the Grand Plaza, escorting Lady Karissa Robbins beneath the royal banners fo

bins .My ad

I am still the wife he cannot acknowledge. While Karissa-his mistress-can ac

ath hi

rubbed away the blood without a shred of gentleness, treating me n

of steel spurs sounded down the ou

a blast of freezing winter draft and a tall

an F

ng retainer who wore the polished iron sca

ray cloak tight around his throat, his face drawn in a sneer of utter repulsion

crying out softly as the torn muscl

to the straw mattress beneath the thin sheet. "

not step an

wooden trough where my newborn twin

void of human warmth. "He is seated beside Lady Karissa at the Duke's high table, t

ivi

hattered o

Declan! I nearly bled t

stray in the courtyard. "He said you are to cease these pathetic, manipulative dramatics at once. Sudd

vy cloak and withdrew a sm

ck of his wrist, he t

shins with a dull thud, the sharp clin

r this lower cell. And do not dare show your face near the upper terrace until the Lord summons you. If you bring sh

er pouch felt heavier than a gra

not s

paid to keep a beggar quiet while the mast

the heavy oak door slammed shut, the iron

ly by the shallow, ragged wheezing of my

ilver pouch resti

my hand away from the coin, away from the stained

ved Kraig Harris through three years of cold glares, backha

ng through my lower lip until the hot, metallic tast

or bit into the so

ifted my daughter, Nora, into my arms, pressing

pulled my son, Leo, ag

ere so

gonfire to protect th

pend their entire lives crawling through the mud, despised bastard

pilling over my eyelashes, burning like acid as they rolled down my cheeks

ough, wrapping my own tattered wool s

red in sweat and grim

single scrap of rough parchment and a stub of

charcoal in

wrote out a formal declarati

he severing of the Dragon Oath and the absolute dissoluti

the parch

melt the ceremonial red wax, no n

against the fiber of the paper, lea