The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

Chapter 7 A Room of Her Own

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a spacious su

le, it was immaculate and included a separate room that

hina, these are the chambers the Prince has prepared for yo

im, curtsying. "My name is Talia, my lady.

. I need to rest now. Please

eft, closing the

safe spac

a corner of the palace gardens. It was still

est. I had to deal wit

stem, I get a "Basic Wound Care Package." It contained antiseptic,

he wound was worse than I thought-a three-centimeter gash, the edges ragged

the antiseptic made me hiss, but my hands remained steady. As a sur

stitches were small and neat, designed to minimize scarring. The entire time,

a fresh, sterile bandage. The effort left me nearly dra

lood loss, fatigue. High-protein fo

et from the system. As for the p

as waiting right outside, an

d you bring me something to eat?

agerly and s

n my body. Gideon's poison was complex. Curing him would consume a great

ted meat, and bread. It was simple, but exactly what I needed. Talia's eyes widened

ushed, waving her hands a

ling the energy r

many books as she could find on dragon toxicology and botany from the royal library. I needed to c

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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.”