NOVEL NEXT Chapter 253. Open The Gate for The Dragon King V
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 253. Open The Gate for The Dragon King V
I blurted out, "I almost did."
But then a smirk appeared on my lips, and I felt a surge of confidence. “But I think it would be more interesting if she begs me to fuck her. That will be more interesting, isn't it Glasha?” I said casually, my eyes fixed on Glasha.
Her reaction was immediate. She turned to me with a look of pure disgust, her lip curled in a sneer. “You should stop hallucinating, Your Majesty,” she said sarcastically, her voice laced with venom.
I let out a derisive scoff, my eyes fixed on Glasha, the orc princess who sat across from me. Her wrist was bound by my Magic Bracelet. Despite this, she still looked at me with fierce hatred, as if she were the one in charge.
"You better remember what I said today," I warned her, a sly smirk appearing on my lips. "You might need it one day,” I warned her.
I could see the confusion in her eyes as she tried to decipher my words. I was sure that she would need it, but I wouldn't give her any more information than that.
For a moment, I could feel the tension between us. Glasha was a proud and fierce warrior, but she had no idea how to behave around me. As my prisoner, she was at my mercy, yet she refused to bow down to my authority.
Even with what happened in the fortress, Glasha had shown no fear or respect toward me. Every word that came out of her mouth was bitter, laced with venom and disdain. It was both frustrating and exhilarating to be challenged in such a way.
As the tension in the carriage continued to build, I felt a sudden and unexpected warmth on my hand. I looked down to see Evelina's hand clasping mine, her touch gentle and reassuring. It was a small gesture, but it broke through the anger that had been brewing within me. With her touch, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, allowing me to tolerate Glasha's presence a little more easily.
Even though Evelina didn't say anything, I knew that her touch was her attempt to calm me down. And at that moment, she had succeeded.
Burz, who had been watching the scene unfold, saw what Evelina had done and quickly jumped in to help her. He reached over and touched Glasha's shoulder, his tone calm and reassuring.
"Sis, the fact that His Majesty did nothing to you shows his good intentions," he said, his voice carrying a soothing quality. "I know what you saw on the battlefield was not easy for you, but look at the bright side. The orc tribe was free from Father because of that."
Burz's words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the harsh realities of war and revolution. His dry smile spoke volumes about the toll that these events and the weight of his words seemed to settle on all of us.
"After all, every revolution will take its toll, so either dying at the hands of the dragons or our own father is the same," he reminded her, his voice laced with bitterness and resignation.
Glasha, however, refused to be swayed by his words. Her eyes blazed with anger and determination as she retorted, "Don't talk about the revolution to me. I know how bad Father was, but asking me to act nice to my enemies is impossible."
Burz tried to reason with her, reminding her that their people were watching and that they needed to hold themselves to a higher standard. Glasha, however, was not in the mood to be lectured.
"But at least you can hold yourself back. Our people are watching us," Burz insisted, his voice soft but firm.
Glasha fell silent, her eyes fixed on the crowd of people who were watching them. It was clear that she was struggling with her emotions, torn between her desire for revenge and her sense of duty to her people. In the end, she simply turned her head away, a clear sign that she didn't want to continue the debate.
Due to her gesture, I decided to end this and glanced around the city. My eyes roamed over the sprawling city, taking in its impressive towers and the ornate palace that stood at its center. Despite my position as the dragon king, there was still much I didn't know about this place. I had asked Guillotine and Eir to gather as much information as they could about this city, but there was always the possibility that we had missed something important.
The convoy moved at a slow and steady pace, taking almost an hour to reach the gates of the orc palace. The streets were bustling with activity as people paused in their daily routines to catch a glimpse of the convoy. I could feel the weight of their stares on me, their whispers and murmurs were barely audible above the clatter of hooves on cobblestones.
We approached the grand entrance and dismounted from the open carriage, stepping out onto the red carpet that stretched out before us. The gates were wide open, revealing the opulent interior of the orc palace.
The orc tribe had clearly gone to great lengths to welcome me. Banners and flags bearing the dragon king's sigil fluttered in the breeze, their bright colors adding to the festive atmosphere. I could see a group of musicians in the corner, playing a rousing tune on their instruments, adding to the festive atmosphere.
We stepped through the entrance; I could see that the orc leaders from various clans were already assembled and waiting for us. They were an impressive sight; their muscular bodies clad in fine clothes, bearing the sigils of their clans proudly and their faces set in stern expressions.
Their faces were stiff and unyielding, showing the stubbornness that the orc tribe was known for. These were proud warriors, leaders of their respective clans, and they were not the type to bend easily to anyone's will. But as they saw me, they all bowed their heads in respect, a sign of the immense power that I wielded.
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