The Godblood Bride: Mending the Cursed Dragon Lord

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y read from a golden scroll, his monotone voice ec

Isis Beaumont to Lord Gideon Carlisle is hereby dissolved. In her stead, her dragon

asting a brief, pit

of the house is deemed a fitting match. The pure noble blood of

rot beneath tha

bled half the family treasury dry bribing co

dying monster--all to keep his precious

ll, though it didn't bot

oden chair, hands loose in my lap,

of the grim patriarch. Yet to my newly sharpened senses, the rigid

w he was selling me ou

nvoy concluded, neatly rolling the scroll. With a

ence re

his expression a carefully

place in the monster's bed," he ordered, his voice dripping wi

pathetic begging the old Anya would have given him. To

ly, brushing a piece of li

my voice dead calm in the quiet ha

ely off guard by my sudden def

smile touch my lips. I took a s

age tomorrow, Lord Beaumont. Because if

umont will face the executioner's block for treason--and every scrap of titl

n gold. My late mother had been the sole heir to a wealthy merchant guild leader,

d betrayed her, leaving her to rot in neglect while he paraded his new

crimson. "You ungrateful littl

tiating,"

struck from the Beaumont family ledg

y, along with the locked wooden box of her keepsakes you stole. Hand

half a step, staring a

timid mouse who flinched at a raised hand. He couldn't fathom how a fall

uickly won out over his bruised pride. If

ing the gold and your mother's trash to your room! Consider yourself

plied without

ned on my heel and climbed the stairs

delivered. I was sitting at my cracked vanity, tracing the bra

ed the room before they even stepped insid

ed, her voice dripping with fake symp

her eyes flashing malicious

Lord of the South is a savage beast. They sa

gle. "Don't be so harsh, Isis. It's a mir

g in close so her br

the ravine. Falling from that cliff, only to get caught by a thick pine branc

den hairbrush from the table, and thr

" Isis whispered venomously. "

tching them gloat. I wasn't an

off that cliff three days

e--instead, brushing against death had sh

d had roared awake in my veins, flooding my mind with centuries of los

anned on returning to t

low to hone my newfound power for years un

village, I heard the rumors of the

bride for Gideon Carlisle, t

l. She would sooner commit treason than send her precious Isis to

ged my bruised body back

greed quickly outweighed th

at the chance to shove me into this marria

using me. They didn't

l lamb. I knew the crippled Monster of the South commande

al his ruined legs--and in exchange, wield his bloody mig

y chair and turned to face them, a

?" I whispe