The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

Chapter 45

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Tsuneo

The word, unfamiliar and foreign, hung in the air between us. A frown creased my brow.

"A date?" I repeated, unsure of the meaning.

Morgan's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and a soft laugh escaped her lips. "It's a human custom," she explained, her voice warm. "A casual meal spent with someone you... care about."

My heart skipped a beat. Care about. The words resonated deep within me, a truth I couldn't deny. The way I felt about Morgan - the growing warmth in my chest, the sense of peace that washed over me in her presence - it went beyond duty or obligation. My dragon, the palace, had chosen her, and I was slowly, or maybe all too quickly in surprising ways, starting to realize why.

A slow smile spread across my face. The idea of spending more time with her, in a casual setting, filled me with a joy I hadn't anticipated. Normally, I would have courted my wife before we were married.

Perhaps dates were similar to that.

"A date, then," I said, my voice echoing my newfound enthusiasm. "Yes, I would very much like

that."

Relief and a hint of delight danced in her eyes. "Excellent," she said, her voice barely above at whisper. Then I shall get ready. Perhaps a lighter gown this time, one that doesn't restrict my movement quite so much." A playful glint returned to her eyes. My own gaze drifted down to the elegant black and ice blue robe she wore. It was mine, and I liked the look of it on her.

"Perhaps a shorter one that won't drag everywhere?"

A sheepish smile tugged at my lips. "Indeed," I conceded. "Perhaps something more... comfortable. There are many to choose from."

my shorter robes she would choose to wear. It didn't matter much to me. Seeing her in my clothes was more than enough.

Maya as soon as the

squealed and dashed off

more than half an

calling my thanks

bloomed within my chest, a feeling that resonated with my dragon. We were growing closer, and we'd continue to grow closer.

to be strictly barred. Any attempt at entry would. be met with force. The Captain, a man with a stoic expression and a loyal glint in his eyes, acknowledged my orders

settled, I made my way towards the King's chambers. The weight of the situation.

window, his once-proud posture slumped with fatigue. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, and his hand trembled slightly as he gripped a goblet of wine. Guilt stabbed at my heart. The burden of the kingdom, the recent attacks, and now Keiji's death and my hand in it were all taking its toll. The only thing holding him here probably was

announced, my voice firm as I approached

crossing his weary features.

defiance and disrespect towards both Morgan and myself. I didn't mince words, painting a clear picture of her insubordination and her potential theft from my mother's chambers. The King listened intently, his frown deepening with each passing word. By the time I finished, his face was a

his voice laced with disgust. "Ari has always been... spirited, but this... this is

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volumes of his

outer provinces would cause a stir and

to beat her in the streets like the thief she is, I'm sure Morgan would gladly do

constituents would think of your mother with every strike... We will think on it. Let's think of happier things. When do you think. you will be

best to postpone the coronation for a while longer," I suggested, my voice hesitant. "My recovery is... taking longer than anticipated. I wouldn't want to

"Precisely. It wouldn't be

for a long moment, his gaze filled with a mixture of worry and something akin to relief. "Perhaps you're right," he

me. My father, despite his weariness, understood the unspoken plea. He saw the budding connection between Morgan and me, and perhaps, just perhaps, he understood why I needed more time - not just to recover physically but to nurture this fragile bond. If

I said, my