The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

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Morgan

Panic surged through me as I clawed at the unseen assailant, gasping for breath.

"Wha..." I croaked, the sound strangled in my throat. I fumbled for my sword, but the arm tightened around my throat. The scent of leather and something metallic filled my nostrils, a sickening cocktail that did little to alleviate the terror gripping me.

I jammed my elbow back, trying to get free before my vision started to go blurry. The angle was wrong for my sword. I slammed my head back but the assailant avoided it.

I clawed at the arm. The man tightened his hold, the world blurring at the edges as darkness threatened to claim me. I jumped, trying to throw him off balance as he dragged me away from the portal and down the hallway, but it was no good. I had no purchase, and the guy was huge, lifting me off my feet with ease. The last thing I registered before succumbing to unconsciousness was the shimmering distressed air that shifted around me like a warning from the palace before. everything was swallowed by the suffocating darkness. Tsuneo

Relief, a sweet and unfamiliar sensation, washed over me as the heavy oak doors of the library clicked shut behind Morgan. The air, thick with tension moments ago, felt lighter, almost breathable again. Watching her leave had filled me with a curious mix of emotions - pride, a possessiveness that surprised even me, and a deep sense of gratitude. She had stayed with me without judgment, willingly and compassionate to my plight.

It felt as though everything about her was drawing me in more and more by the day. With a sigh, I pushed myself to my feet, the dull ache in my shoulder felt lesser. I pressed on it, finding the

wounds closed and smiled.

She really was the one, wasn't she?

clothes, a jolt of surprise ran through me. The darkness that had marred my

rising from the bathwater. The memory of her touch, the concern in her eyes when she had cleaned my wounds... It sent a

me, a sound that resonated with a

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dormant except when the poison threatened

over again, or was he just waking up

through my mind. The warmth of her touch, and the fire in her eyes sparked a

quite define, clawed its way

heat

on my arm, a

bloomed in my chest, a feeling that had nothing to

wash over me. Perhaps, I mused, the exhaustion of the past few days was finally catching up to me. The vulnerability I felt, the unexpected yearning for her presence, it

wasn't fully eradicated. Usually, as the poison waned, it would drag me under into a fitful sleep plagued by nightmares. My muscles would tense, my breath would hitch, and the world would dissolve into a horrifying kaleidoscope of pain and distortion. But last night had been peaceful. The prickle of unease morphed into a strange anticipation. My heartbeat quickened, not from fear but from a different kind of urgency. I closed my eyes tighter, willing the familiar dread to engulf me. But instead, a new image flickered behind my eyelids. The image of Morgan bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, her hair damp. She wore a simple white slip, clinging to the curves of her body in a way

might find you here,"

felt for her touch. The steam swirling around us like a shared secret. Then, with a playful laugh, she shed her nightgown, revealing the soft curves of her body. My breath hitched in my throat. In my fantasy,

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