NOVEL NEXT Chapter 252. Open The Gate for The Dragon King IV
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 252. Open The Gate for The Dragon King IV
General Guillotine answered my command with a deep bow, he immediately released Glasha from her ties. Without a word, she stepped into the open carriage and sat across from me, her sharp gaze never faltering. Despite the journey we had just been through, Glasha was still as fierce as ever. Her eyes were filled with a look of hatred, a clear intent to kill.
Once Glasha settled into her seat, I could see Burz gesturing at her from the corner of my eye. He sat down next to her, a look of concern on his face as he glanced between us.
The convoy began to move slowly, the sound of hooves and footsteps filling the air. Eir and Guillotine mounted the two Golden Deers. They led the way, with the rest of the dragon soldiers walking on foot behind us.
We made our way through the city, the crowds and cheers accompanied us all the way. The people of Vurdor seemed overjoyed to see us, and they showed it in their enthusiastic celebrations. Petals continued to rain down on us as we passed, and the air was filled with music and singing.
But the only one who seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself was Burz. He sat next to Glasha with a grin on his face, as if he were basking in the adoration of the crowds. Evelina, on the other hand, looked awkward with all of this attention. I could see that she was uncomfortable with the fact that the orcs were welcoming her with such great fanfare, especially since she still felt that she was the source of this war.
As for Glasha, I could feel the tension in the air as her piercing gaze met mine. It was a look that could kill. I could sense the fury and hatred emanating from her, but I refused to back down. I had to remind her of her place and the mercy I had shown her.
"How long are you going to look at me with that look?" I spoke up, breaking the silence between us. My voice was stern, but calm. I tilted my head slightly, my eyes never leaving hers.
Glasha sneered at me, her lips curling up in a grimace.
"You should be happy that I have brought you back home in one piece, not two pieces like your father," I reminded her once again that I had spared her life.
Her eyes narrowed, and she glared at me with even more intensity. "Grateful after what you did to my tribe?" Glasha scoffed, her voice laced with venom. "I don't think I can do it," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Burz turned to her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "His Majesty is right, sis. You should be grateful for that. Come on, smile," he tried to cheer her up. Burz flashed a grin in my direction, clearly aware of the delicate situation at hand.
Glasha’s body tense and her eyes filled with a deep sense of reluctance. She turned to face him, and her gaze was hard as steel. “I can't,” she said, her voice firm and unyielding. “After what I've been through… no.”
Burz looked at her with a deep sense of concern etched into his features. His words trailed off, and we all understood what he was thinking.
The silence that followed was thick and oppressive. It seemed to stretch on for an eternity as we all waited for someone to break it. Finally, it was Burz who spoke again. His voice was low and hesitant, and his eyes were fixed on his sister.
“Sis,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion. “Has His Majesty…”
His words trailed off, and we all knew what he meant. The thought of what I might have tainted her filled him all with a sense of dread.
But if I did it, his spies should know that too. If she was already my wife, I shouldn't have had to tie her up like I did. She would simply either follow me if she accepted me or kill herself if she didn't want it. Or one more thing, she could have gone crazy due to the trauma.
It happened once to the previous dragon king. He had been betrayed by a princess from a neighboring tribe. The princess became a candidate for the dragon king's harem by her father. It was against her will. She was angry and resentful and used her powerful spell to influence the previous dragon king to kill his own pregnant wife and it almost succeeded.
The dragon king, upon discovering what had happened, was filled with righteous fury. His bloodline was at stake, and he could not let such treachery go unpunished. And so, he decided to do his worst to the princess.
In his half-dragon form, the dragon king raped the princess relentlessly for seven days straight, without any respite. The experience was hellish, even for a dragon king whose humanoid form was already endowed with a huge cock. The memory of that terrible week remained etched in his mind, a reminder of the cruelty he was capable of when provoked.
It was a miracle that the princess did not die from the ordeal. But even though she survived, her sanity was gone. The dragon king, however, did not spare her. He locked her away, a prisoner of her own madness until the day he gave her a chance at redemption.
That day came when the dragon king's son was born. The prince was a symbol of hope for the kingdom, the promise of a new era of prosperity and power. But the dragon king knew that his bloodline was still vulnerable and that the princess represented a threat that could not be ignored.
And so, he went to her cell and ended her life, a final act of cruelty that served as a warning to all who would dare to betray him. The memory of that act of vengeance haunted the dragon king for the rest of his days.
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