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."

look, I watched her enter our chambers and left a guard in the hallway. I wondered which of my shorter robes she would choose to wear. It didn't matter much to me. Seeing her in my clothes was more than enough. Hopefully, I could see to this task before she

I ran into Maya as soon as

told her, she squealed and dashed off to get things

me no more than half an

chuckled, calling my thanks after

strode down the corridor, a familiar warmth bloomed within my chest, a feeling that resonated with my dragon. We were

rooms, including her library and office, was to be strictly barred. Any attempt at entry would. be met with force.

towards the King's chambers. The weight of the situation. pressed upon me, but the image of Morgan's smile, the warmth in her

open the heavy oak doors, I found my father seated by a 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

my voice

looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing his weary features. "Tsuneo," he rasped, his voice weak.

deep breath, I recounted the events of the afternoon, detailing Ari's 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

with disgust. "Ari has always been... spirited, but this... this

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volumes of his current state. "You're

outer provinces would cause a stir

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

the 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

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 burden Morgan with the weight of the ceremony while I'm still..."

a grimace. "Precisely. It wouldn't be

me for a long moment, his gaze filled with a mixture of worry and something akin to relief. "Perhaps you're right," he finally conceded. Focus on your recovery, Tsuneo. Spend time with Morgan. The burdens

time - not just to recover physically but to nurture this fragile bond. If watching me settle into married life would keep him alive for a

said, my voice