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..

off the outer robe before

walk. And I'm going to

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

sounds were replaced by 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. I remembered playing hide and seek with my wife in these halls. The delicious competition of catching her

that she would agree with me. My love while kind could be vicious and she was not nearly as benevolent as our sons and daughters had been-as benevolent as a golden dragon could

of her garden. The gardens were lush and vibrant for mortal gardens. The fountains sparkled in the sunlight barely drooling water. It was also terribly overgrown as if no one had been attending to it.

to thank

of the overgrown weeds and pulled others up, making it decay in my hands and plunging it back

the pool, my heart

that used to be here was no

hell had our descendants

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her. I reached out, feeling the warmth emanating from the pool

dipping bath the surface.

to flirt, you'll be