Marrying The Fake Invalid Dragon Lord

Kara POV:

Isla Beaumont glanced at Gale, then stepped forward and yelled at me, "Kara, having an illicit affair with a man, have you no shame?!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Who told you I was having an affair?"

"Don't try to deny it!" Isla sneered. "Your maid told us everything!"

Suddenly, a maid stepped out from behind Gale. It was Bess, my own personal maid—the one who had screamed earlier to draw the crowd, the traitor who had long been bought off by Gale.

Bess fell to her knees, crying dramatically. "First Miss, please don't hide your shame anymore! I tried to stop you, but you insisted on secretly meeting with Young Master Lachlan! If the Lord finds out you've sullied the Griffith bloodline, we'll all be punished!"

A wave of shocked gasps swept through the crowd. A dirty story had already written itself in their minds: a shameless 'Dragonless' daughter having a secret affair with a wild man.

Gale looked at me, a glimmer of vicious triumph dancing in the depths of her eyes.

I didn't waste a single breath arguing with a traitorous dog. I simply raised my leg and delivered a vicious kick squarely to Bess's chest.

"Ah!" Bess shrieked as the massive impact sent her flying backward, crashing heavily into a wooden pillar. She spat out a mouthful of blood and slumped to the floor, groaning in agony.

The entire hallway fell dead silent. The nobles stared at me in absolute shock.

Gale's face paled. She quickly stepped forward, her face a mask of righteous indignation. "Sister, how could you be so cruel?! Bess is only telling the truth out of loyalty to the House honor! I know you are a 'Dragonless' waste, but you are still the first daughter of House Griffith! How could you commit such a shameless act and then beat a servant to cover it up?!"

SLAP!

The crisp, explosive sound of the slap was hideously loud in the quiet corridor.

Before anyone could react, I raised my hand again and delivered a backhand.

SLAP!

Gale stumbled backward, her delicate body swaying as she crashed into the wall. She clutched her face, her eyes wide with disbelief. Two clear, symmetrical red handprints were rapidly swelling on her pale cheeks.

"You... you dare hit me?!" Forcibly suppressing the pure hatred in her eyes, she put on a wronged expression and sobbed, "Sister, you wouldn't let me speak, but with so many people here, everyone saw it. You..."

"I hit exactly who I meant to hit. The first slap is to teach you Dragon Court etiquette," I said, my voice ringing out, cold and commanding, echoing down the corridor. "As the host of today's banquet, you dared to lead a mob of outsiders into the private inner chambers. You have utterly disgraced the honor of House Griffith!"

I took a step forward, my aura pressing down on her so heavily she shrank back against the wall.

"The second slap is on behalf of Elara. She was resting in this room when this degenerate suddenly broke in. If it weren't for me, her purity would have been ruined today. And you, without asking a single question, led outsiders straight into Elara's room. Are you trying to destroy her reputation?!"

Gale covered her face, choking on her tears as she tried to twist the narrative. "Sister, how can you falsely accuse Elara? Weren't you the one resting in here to sober up?"

I let out a chilling, mocking smile. "Elara is sleeping inside, and yet you insist on standing here arguing, determined to prove that Elara is having an illicit affair?"

"It was clearly you—" Isla pointed at me furiously, but before she could finish her sentence, a pale, trembling figure stepped out from the inner room behind me.

It was Elara.