The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

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Tsuneo looked surprised.

"What is it?"

"I was under the impression that your family of humans-"

I snickered. He wrinkled his nose.

"Is that odd phrasing?"

"A little," I smiled at him. "But a little endearing..."

His smile turned warm, and his eyes brightened. I looked away.

"You were saying?"

"Your family... is from an area that bathes communally, isn't it?"

"My father's family, yes." I nodded. "But I never got the to never had the time, and I was always excluded from going."

go to the communal baths. I

My lips twitched at the thought.

"The Jaki Baths in my hometown are the best on this side of the continent, but I never went."

"Why?"

"Well..." I shrugged. "It was a luxury, for one."

"Your family didn't seem to be poor."

aren't really. It's

it was my fault that my family were jerk No one ever want to go with me when I had time, I said. "Then... I

frowned at that. He looked genuinely confused, or maybe troubled. Then

"That's terrible."

it, so this is a pretty

leaning my head back against the stone and closing my

I cracked an eye open. His eyes were bright with excitement. He grinned at

to reconcile the fact that he'd killed

haven't had a proper honeymoon," he began,

at the thought.

but... I wouldn't

away.

settle down,"

fairy springs, hidden.

bathing in a magical pool, surrounded by nature, sounded worlds better

in your realm, we will go to these Jaki Baths so you have something to

a little more into the bath with a

incredible," I whispered, a genuine smile playing on my

"You need not thank

me, wife."

lapping of the water. The tension of the evening had melted away,

maddening

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the dining hall toward my room. Servants jumped out of my way, but I could hear them snickering, laughing, gossiping about me. About what that human woman had said.

boil over. I stormed into my chambers, slamming the heavy oak door with

vision. How could it be? How could everything have gone so wrong? Tsuneo... my Tsuneo... he was supposed to be mine. I knew since we were children that we were

Empress.

His wife!

a shriek of fury, knocking over a delicate porcelain vase in the process. The sound of shattering echoed through the room was almost cathartic. I screamed and threw chairs. I clawed through a tapestry I'd had since I was child. I couldn't stop until every surface was bare and overturned. My pillows on the floor. Sheets ripped and shredded, yet it did nothing for

"That little bitch!"

side. I spoke with the concubines and managed them and their petty gossip. I made the lazy servants do exactly what they should be doing. The king

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