Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Rough Them Up, He Said

The king’s sister was a walking classified document with no security clearance and zero regrets about it.

"Lady Thessa. Legitimately one of the most boring human beings alive. Her husband has a mistress." Blair’s voice pitched into something bright and sugary. "Good morning, Thessa!"

Thessa nodded stiffly and kept walking.

"You’re terrible."

"I’m an accurate bitch. There’s a difference."

Two noblewomen passed them in the opposite direction, arms linked, wearing gowns the color of deep wine. Both of them shot a dirty look and gave Guinevere a once-over.

"Lady Veyra attempted to mount Maddox at the Spring Tithe two years ago. He shut her down so fast her dignity is still on the floor of that ballroom. Three of her friends watched and all told her it was foreplay."

"And the sister?"

"Couldn’t tell you. Has the personality of a wet napkin and backbone of a whiskey dick. Her opinions match whoever she’s speaking to. Next."

Guinevere stared at her for a full second.

Blair shrugged. "Sue me. These women have spent the last decade making sure I knew I was too loud and too unmarried. All of them constantly throw themselves at my brother."

Something warm and entirely unwelcome loosened in Guinevere’s chest. Not at the last part, but she wasn’t ready to examine that yet.

"For what it’s worth, I know exactly what that’s like."

Blair shot her a sideways glance. "I wasn’t going to like you. ’Go sit with the unconscious woman in my bed’ is not how I planned to start my morning."

"And?"

"And it’s too late. I already like you. I had a whole week of bitchery choreographed. Gone. Congratulations, we’re friends now. There’s no exit clause."

Guinevere felt her mouth actually curve. A small one. Real.

They moved down the gallery together, past more stares. It was nothing she wasn’t used to. If anything, the Drakencrest stares felt less sharp than the Lunaris ones. Curiosity instead of contempt.

Blair steered her toward a side corridor that bypassed the main courtyard. "Come on. We’re taking the forest path. The main road down the mountain takes an hour on foot and I am not spending an hour watching you trudge."

"Is it safe?"

"Drakencrest forest?" Blair snorted. "It’s the most heavily warded stretch of old growth on the continent. Yes, it’s safe."

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The forest was quiet. Blair was not. She was completely at ease talking to a virgin about the sex lives of Drakencrest.

"Sterling is the third in command. Madam Elowen asked him to brand her ass with a hot poker while he was fucking her. She gets off on the pain or something."

Guinevere’s jaw dropped. "Did he?"

Blair gave her a flat look. "Obviously."

"Sterling didn’t say a word last night. None of them did. I would have never thought."

"Don’t let his smart guy act fool you. That man has a gift when it comes to women. Older women in particular. He had two at the same time in the library. Don’t ever sit in the leather armchairs by the fire."

"Noted."

"I’m getting you a new cloak. Before Maddox gets back and wraps you in gold like a present he bought himself. Which, technically, he did buy you. But that’s beside the point."

Guinevere huffed a laugh for the first time in over a week.

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