Marrying The Fake Invalid Dragon Lord

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dy Kara, please step

hed aside the worn carriage curtain and cast a

g his shoulders. But then, seemingly remembering that the person be

dawdle," he urged

he entire journey here felt nothing like a wedding procession. But then again, if Drake Spence

re about th

hin the massive stone castle. Before I even got close,

epped inside, I noticed quite a few people present. Maids and servants were

addressed a young woman dressed in a senior maid's

p, her gaze ling

n a simple yet fiery red gown. The dress was plain in design, but it perfectly accentuated my tall, slender figur

f hidden contempt. So what if she's beautiful? I could almost hear her thinking. S

Lady. Lord Drake is in poor health and is currently bedridden. The Duke has decreed t

entirely u

been prepared in the chamber. However, since the Young Lord is currently unco

te, soft chuckle as sh

e drinks the nuptial wine alon

glance. I pushed the heavy doors op

l of bitter medicine, hung the unmist

frantically scrubbing a patch of blood on the stone

he Young Lord's medicine earlier. In his fury, the Young Lord severed her head with a single strike

the northern borders, his temperament had drastically changed. He had become exceptionally cruel, ruthle

e to show a terrified expression, hoping

indifferent. Seeing my calm demeanor, a fla

osite me was the massive canopy bed, shrouded in thick

from that meager touch of red, the entire ro

, you cannot bring that spear into the Young Lord's chamber. It mi

g; its shaft could collapse down to three feet for easy c

lammed my hand down on the crimson s

the rule of the

s the master here? Have the servants of House Spencer grown so b

replied, though her ton

asn't truly a bride, a pawn who might not even su

them, I will properly 'instruct' you tomorrow. But it is getting late. You should finish your nuptial wine and go to sleep

solutely certain that a lone, 'Dragonless' girl in this terrify

elieved no one would

den

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