The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

Chapter 88

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Tsuneo

I woke feeling oddly calm. The fury that had been burning in me had eased. If I closed my eyes, I could see it. A small, glimmering light, a beacon of hope in the midst of the darkness. It was Morgan, as she was called in this life. It was so odd to think of it that way. To know that I am Tsuneo and not. I had never felt so grounded as I had before. Now.

Before.

Did it matter?

The weight of my current anxieties drifted from my shoulders. I looked at Hayato, Tsuneo's father, he looked as though he had not slept. The events of the past few days had left him exhausted. I could sense the whirlwind of emotions storming through him. I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and stood to stretch. Perhaps I should continue to refer to him as father, it seems. right? He cares so much for me. Though that is just part of his nature. The golden dragon always cared so much for all.

"Tell the guards I have no plans to kill them or anyone else today." I pause, tilting my head. The air felt different, as if time had passed, significant time had passed. "And I apologize for worrying you for the past few days. Though Doctor Shang, as always, has shown himself to be a brilliant. man. I feel... rested." I stretched, noting how the shadows seemed to ebb and flow around the room. The sunlight streamed through the window casting long shadows across the room. I felt the urge to move, to fly, and luxuriate in the darkness, yet the feeling of the sunlight on my skin was as warm and as new as it had been the first time.

Morgan..

my lips and tossed off the outer robe before heading

for a walk. And I'm going

as I opened the door. The Elders darted on one side. I chuckled as I walked on, whistling. People stared at me in something like horror, shock and awe. As I walked through the palace, the familiar halls and corridors seemed to blur

a vision of the palace in its prime, a majestic structure bathed in golden sunlight. The way the shadows seemed so dark I could slip into them.

my toes on the cold floor. In my mind's eye, I saw the palace as it had once been, a bustling hub of activity, filled with the laughter and chatter of servants and courtiers. It had been just as treacherous then, too, but I had none of the restrictions as I had then. None of these people were my children. And I was certain that she would agree with me. My love while kind could be vicious and she was not nearly as benevolent as

garden. The gardens were lush and vibrant for mortal gardens. The fountains sparkled in the sunlight barely drooling water.

to thank her

plunging it back into the grown. The flowers were fading

to the pool, my

it was completely still. The fountains weren't working. The little river that used to be here was no longer flowing. I

hell had our descendants been

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out, feeling the warmth emanating from the

the pool, my hand dipping bath the surface. A strange, tingling

need to flirt, you'll be up