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?"

moment later with a garment draped over his arm. It wasn't a robe that looked mostly black except for the aurora like patterns sewn into it. It reminded me of his eyes. "How

to see me in your clothes, don't

low, hungry sound in

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it was both. The idea

I took the robe from him. "Thank you, Tsuneo," I murmured.

slipped into the bathroom to freshen up and change. The silk was cool and luxurious

for his broader frame, pooled around my feet, the sleeves hanging loose over my hands. I tied the belt tightly around my waist and came out, feeling a

radiant," he said, his

you," I mumbled again, unsure of

final lingering look, he gestured towards the door. "Shall

a deep breath, I nodded. Together, we left our chambers and headed

hall.

room fell silent. All eyes turned to us, their expressions a mix of curiosity, disapproval, and...

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

seemed like they were upset from earlier still, or maybe they were mad that my words about bothering the staff went for them as well. I looked across the table. The food hadn't been served yet, but I couldn't imagine it would be that bad. Ignoring their hostility, Tsuneo escorted me to the head of the table. With a gentle hand on my back, he

down, the tension in the room crackled like static electricity. But Tsuneo, oblivious to the undercurrent of animosity, took his rightful place beside me. He looked... happy. Relief flooded his features, a stark contrast to

a spark of warmth as they met mine. A ghost of a

back." He bobbed his head and pointedly did not look at the

was still there but no one spoke about why it was empty. As if he was acknowledging his sons death and his wrongs all at

his head. "It is wonderful to be back among the walking again,

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 were nearing the end of the meal, the

the dining hall burst open with a loud bang. A woman, her face. contorted with rage and grief, stormed into the room. Her

Are you the human wretch pretending to be queen!" she shrieked, her voice laced with venom. "Are you the one that killed my