The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

Chapter 49

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Morgan

I was a bit nervous about dinner. It was odd that he was calling us to dinner like this. Tsuneo, thankfully, seemed oblivious to my sudden unease.

"Thank you, Captain, he replied, his voice smooth. We will be there shortly."

He gave a curt nod and disappeared down the hallway. Left alone, I looked up at Tsuneo, apprehension clouding my joy.

"Everything alright, Morgan?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

"It's just..." I hesitated, struggling to find the words. "Is everything alright, you think?"

Tsuneo's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "Don't worry," he said, his voice calm. "It's just dinner."

Taking a deep breath, I forced a smile. He knew more about court politics than I did.

With a nervous flutter in my stomach, I allowed Tsuneo to lead me down the hallway. Relief washed over me as we entered the familiar haven of his chambers. The whirlwind of the day, the joy of returning with Tsuneo, and the looming uncertainty of the king's dinner had left me emotionally drained.

"I think I'll freshen up before dinner, I announced, sinking down onto the plush chaise lounge.

Tsuneo nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a beat longer than necessary. "Of course," he said, his voice a husky murmur. "Would you like some assistance?"

The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. "I can manage," I replied. "Though... maybe if you could... pick something appropriate for dinner?"

a robe that looked mostly black except for the aurora like patterns sewn

me

hungry sound in his chest. "I

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was both. The idea was

I took the robe from him. "Thank

to freshen up and change.

my feet, the sleeves hanging loose over my hands. I

look... radiant," he said,

crept up my cheeks. "Thank you," I mumbled again,

look, he gestured towards the door. "Shall

we left our

hall.

moment we entered, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to us, their expressions a mix

was Ari. Her face was flushed, her eyes narrowed with a fury that sent a jolt of

table. The food hadn't been served yet, but I couldn't imagine it would be that bad. Ignoring their hostility, Tsuneo escorted me

took his rightful place beside me. He looked... happy. Relief flooded his features, a stark contrast to the worry and fatigue that had etched lines on his

seemed to share Tsuneo's joy. His eyes, though weary, held a spark of warmth as they

bobbed his head and pointedly did not look at the empty seat Keiji had once

was still there but no one spoke about why it

to be

dinner started. The oppressive silence was broken only by the clinking of silverware and the murmured conversation of the people further down the table servants. We

heavy oak doors of the dining hall burst open with a loud bang. A woman, her face. contorted with rage and grief, stormed into the room. Her eyes were

pretending to be queen!" she shrieked, her voice laced with venom. "Are