Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King

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the silk of my white gown whisperin

ng, hundreds of pairs of eyes pressing int

fires had been

rd Harper Car

ean pain was an anchor in the rising tide of hu

ent went through

e, sharp and foolish, p

ath through the assembled n

dy Hettie Conway. Her smile was sickeningly sw

ing silks, the whispers-vanished. All I could hear was the f

of what was supposed tobe my sacred moment. They were wa

mix of pity and pride. "Cousin," she purred, her voic

e was a dagger, twiste

uld hear. She tilted her head, showing off the necklace she wore. The starlight pendant. The

uture to me just last week. His face held no gu

voice cold and dismiss

othal is

sudden silence. I was now official

delicious, hidden delight of the crowd. A scan

raight. I would not

"Lord Carney," I said, my voice steady. "I

t, there is noth

ered. She had expec

think you are?" he sneered, his voice laced with venom. "You're a d

. There was not

, on the life that had j

ng for an escape. My gaze snagged on a figure standing alone in

a stark cut of darkness agai

e clearly, but I could see his eyes.

It held no pity, no mockery. It was a deep, searing regard that see

my heart steadied. It was like finding a solid pie

e only other person in the room, the

lling to let me have the last word. "A dragonless nobody

ltered for

eing the whispers, the st

ollowed me, a brand of he