Chapter 9 009

The way she sat back on the floor and grabbed the chicken wing on the plate, gobbling it as though it was her last supper was so impressive. I hadn't eaten such a meal before, so I wondered what was so special about the meal that she couldn't do without.

She didn't glance up at me, just her hands moving from one plate to the other, with either her bare hands or the spoon there. She made sure to fill her mouth and then chewed as though scared that the contents would escape from her mouth.

Was it that delicious? It looked like she forgot that I was even with her and didn't care.

Her plump red lips were covered in oil; at some point, her jaw was, too. If I weren't watching her, I wouldn't have ever believed that she had such a large amount of food. How did she empty all the plates of meat and vegetables? Where did they all go because her belly was still flat?

She ate the chicken, the beef, and the pork, then emptied the porridge and vegetables there. Faes do not eat that way.

“What a wonderful meal!” she exclaimed and finally stood up, but still licking her fingers. When her gaze met mine, she seemed to recall how she had run out here naked, so I decided to hear from her what had gotten over her.

“Mind telling me why you ran out like that? Did anything scare you there? Not like I admired what I saw, but I was convinced that something was after you until you ran back in.” I asked, and she pouted, yet answered me.

“Actually, I inhaled the aroma of the meal and forgot that I hadn't put on anything,” she responded, twisting her fingers together.

I scoffed. What was it about food that could make her lose her senses that way? I could go for days without a meal and wouldn't care, and so were the faes, too. Maybe staying in the human realm affected her so much.

She walked back to the bathroom and washed her hands, and then sat on the floor while waiting for her dress to arrive.

When the servant got it, she changed quickly and bowed to me. “Thank you for the outfit. It's not like that of prisoners,” she bowed again.

I didn't let her speak further, but teleported us out of my chamber to the cell where she would stay henceforth. “Until I declare you as my slave, you will have to stay here. This place has a bathroom, and everything you need will be brought here. The cooks would prepare your kind of meal once a day, so don't complain of being starved.”

“I appreciate it, but I hope you get me news about my brother soon.”

“Sure!” I answered and locked up the cell. I stared at her for quite some time before leaving back to my chamber, and there, for the first time, it felt empty.

This female had just been here for a few hours, so why was it as though I had lost something? She wasn't even part of me.

The empty dishes had been cleared, and the chamber tidied up. Her tattered dress was taken away, but I still perceived her presence somehow. Not until the image of her nude resonated again in my memory did I understand how foolish I was becoming.

If I needed women, there were lots of them in my realm that would serve me well. If I visited the brothel, I would have as many as I wished without being charged like the others, so why should I lust after her nude that much? She wasn't a dragon, or did I forget so soon?

She wasn't yet my slave, and I longed for her honeypot that much. So what if she became so close to me? How much would I degrade myself by pounding on her entrance all the time?

Maybe I was getting those lustful feelings because it's been years since I satisfied my urge. For three days, I had been busy putting things together with my family and men, so I hadn't been less busy craving such feelings.

I could just go to the brothel tonight and get things done. But for now, I needed a rest and maybe a better sleep, which I hadn't had for so long. Under that ground, I was wide awake, waiting for a little time that would save me.

Everything that went on earth, I heard of it and saw it through my inner senses.

I loosened the cloak I wore and dropped it on the chair, and was about to get off my rope when a knock came on the door. I sniffed the scent, and it was betrothed. My lips parted, and I commanded her in.

She walked in gracefully and bowed to me, “Your Sovereignity! Irian Shaw, your betrothed. I hope you didn't forget about me…” she introduced, wearing a soft smile.

Irian hadn't changed. She was still gorgeous like in the past, but for the gods' sake, I still had no feelings for her.

Over eight hundred years ago, she was engaged to me by my parents, because, of course, for political reasons. I didn't have a mate, and for the sake of my rule, my parents explained that mating with a lower dragon would pull me down. For that not to happen, I had to lose interest in having a mate and chose a female to be my queen.

When I couldn't pick up interest in females, my parents chose Irian for me. There was no need to love or have feelings for her, according to my parents, but I thought it was necessary for someone I would be with for a lifetime. For that, I refused that we get married and brought up several excuses which hindered our wedding ritual until calamity befell us.

Not like I hated her, but there was no reason for me to marry someone I didn't love, even though she didn't care, just like every other female dragon that wanted to be mine.

“Orrifin had told me how the Dragon Sovereign needed a rest, and if I could help with that. You had been busy, so I thought this was the right time to spend with my betrothed,” she said again and began to move closer to him. “You had been starved of intimacy for so long, and your system must need one. Or maybe a massage. What do you say, Sovereign?”

I made a long face and quickly stripped my robe, then went straight to the bed where I lay down.

She came forth and sat beside me, her hand trying to loosen the buttons on my inner shirt, but I caught it and took it away. She smiled at me and licked her lips, “I heard of your fae captive. What is it I need to know about her?”

I shook my head, “Nothing!”

“Is that so? Then can I come up to the bed with you?” she winked at me, and I barely scoffed. “I missed you so much.”

Heaven bear me witness. I have never recalled her since I returned.

If she hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have asked of her. So, when someone isn't that important to me, how would I miss her? I told her clearly that I didn't love her and there was no assurance of our marriage, but she told me to my face that she didn't care and the engagement had been sealed and couldn't be broken.

Well, agreements and engagements are so important to the dragons that they are sealed with magic and are rarely broken. And as the Sovereign of this realm, I should also lead by example. But the sight of her had suddenly started irritating me, unlike in the past.

At least, we could joke and take a walk together, but I'm so sure we can't do that now.

“Dragon Sovereign, you've stared at me so much. Am I so beautiful that you can't get your eyes off me?” she chuckled and stood up, then began undressing as well. “We should be getting married soon, don't you think so?”

“I have a lot to take care of.”

“But that shouldn't….

“Just don't talk about what you know wouldn't work out.” I snapped at her, and she frowned at me. “I already told you that I don't love you, so how do you think I will get married to someone I don't love?”

She smiled again, and her dress dropped to her feet. “Our marriage isn't about love, and you know that. A lot of elite dragons do not marry for love or even search for their mates, so you need to change that mindset. Also, you can't call off the engagement, and I wonder why you suddenly became so rude…when you had admired me a little in the past.”

I bit my lower lip so I wouldn't say much again. What I wouldn't want was to infuriate my parents so early.

I ran my eyes all over her body and almost hissed. “Irian, I don't need you to rest, so please take your leave.”

“But that fae captive stayed here for hours bathing and eating. Why can't I stay with you?” Her tone was too harsh for me to withstand. If she weren't my betrothed, I would cause her pain that she wouldn't forget.

I glared at her just once and that told her everything.

Watching her vanishing silhouette, I felt so satisfied.

That fae female. I didn't even think much about bringing her here, but Irian’s presence even made my dragon growl in my head. Could it be just her powers that made her so special to even my dragon? Or was it her nude?

I needed to pronounce her my slave so soon.