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 skin

from the bathwater. The memory of her touch, the concern in her eyes

within me, a sound that

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when the poison threatened to consume me, stirred

through me. Was the posion taking over again, or was he just waking up in response to

in her eyes sparked a primal possessiveness in me. I lowered myself into the tub

clawed its

heat easing the

my arm, a testament to Morgan's

that had nothing

concern in her eyes when she had cleaned my wounds... it sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, letting the memory wash over me. Perhaps, I mused, the

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

find you here," she murmured, her voice a

by the lingering effects of the poison and the surprising yearning I 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, I reached out, my fingers brushing against her warm skin. She leaned into my touch, a shiver running down her spine. Our lips met

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