The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

Chapter 6 The Poisoner's Gambit

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ay. I sat in the chair by

d slept so soundly in my presence, as if the oppress

aphina Carlisle's past was a blank slate. She was

owledge of the pois

calm, with none of the usual disorientation

still weak but her words prec

," I a

point. "I can cure you. But not rig

ow, gesturing for

toxins. The treatment will have to be done in stages

knew it was a compound. Even the Chief Dragon Healer ha

t her. "Wh

ty must be absolutely guaranteed. There can be no more 'accidents' involving my head."

ervant who will follow my orders without question. I

ur marriage is to be annulled. You will provide me with enough wealth to

become the Dragon Queen, was the dream of every

my desperation for a cure wou

portant than regaining my strength and

face her. "Your conditio

n her shoulders rel

you will not leave Dragon's Rest. And m

ed. "Acc

ntract based on mutual ne

he west wing for her, and to assign her the most reliable maid. Arthur's jaw nearly hit the f

m the room. She was still unsteady on

ds echoing in my mind. A compou

g a "treasure" like this over as a disposable pawn? Or

ly, my eyes turning to ice. It seemed I need

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The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

Zhao Da Fantasy

“I woke up with a splitting headache, only to realize I had transmigrated into the body of a despised, "Dragonless" noble daughter. Before I could even process my new reality, I was dragged out of bed and shoved into a plain black carriage, sent off as a disposable pawn to marry a crippled, violent prince. My half-sister, glittering in dragon scales, mocked me publicly, boasting that she was now free to marry my former crush. My father had abandoned me to a certain death. When I arrived at the grim palace, the prince's guards blocked the gates. He refused to even see his new bride, leaving me to freeze outside. I was a family joke, discarded by my own bloodline and left to die at a stranger's door. I didn't understand why this girl was treated worse than dirt, or why I, a top modern surgeon, had to suffer for their sick political games. I refused to let my life end as collateral damage in a world that deemed me worthless. Just as my vision blurred, a familiar blue screen flickered to life in my mind-my medical system. I looked at the hostile guards, my voice ringing clear in the empty courtyard. "Go tell your prince that I am not here to marry him. I am here to cure his poison." This time, I would carve out my own survival.”