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?"

into his closet, emerging a 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 about

me

made a low, hungry sound in his chest.

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possession? Intimacy? Maybe it was both. The idea was both thrilling and a

took the robe from

the bathroom to freshen up and change. The silk was

robe, designed for his broader frame, pooled around my feet, the sleeves hanging loose over my hands. I tied the belt

he said, his voice a

you," I mumbled again,

final lingering look, he gestured towards

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

hall.

the room fell silent. All eyes turned to us,

with a fury that sent a jolt of unease through me. The king's consorts, a gaggle of women adorned in shimmering silks and

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

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

His eyes, though weary, held a spark

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

oddly respectful that the chair was still there but no one spoke about why it was empty. As if he was acknowledging his sons death and

bowed his head. "It is wonderful to be back

came out with large platters. I recognized a few of them and they smiled at me, placing the dishes on the table. Everything looked delicious and I told them so. Then, 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 were nearing the end

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

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