Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131: Blood, Cum, & The Real Record

Kael Ashenvale knew he was the most hated bastard in the chamber... and the only one these useless fucks couldn’t afford to kill.

The High Council Chamber of Drakencrest was only used for this exact purpose. The obsidian table dominated the lower floor. Maddox sat at the head. Ryker sat to his right. Sterling sat on his left. His punishment had been tabled, pun intended.

Kael sat on Ryker’s other side.

Forty lords filled the remaining seats.

Behind them, the seconds, captains, and house representatives filled every seat in tiered stone rows.

Lord Thornvale’s palms hit the obsidian hard enough to make the lord beside him jump. "I lost four hundred men in my eastern territory. Four hundred, Your Majesty. My wards are the finest money can buy, and these bastards walked through them the way I walk through my own front door."

"Your wards detect standard magical signatures," Kael commented. "Dark fae aren’t standard. Congratulations, you spent gold on a ’No Soliciting’ sign that they wiped their ass with."

A vein bulged in Thornvale’s forehead. "Is the traitor going to lecture me on my own defenses?"

"Former traitor," Kael replied. "And no. Just pointing out that you have a battalion-sized gap in your wards and you’re worried about who’s knocking."

"Ashenvale," Maddox cut in. One word. The word contained: you’re right, shut up, and I’ll handle it.

Kael leaned back and closed his mouth. It took great effort because he had more insults loaded and ready.

"They don’t die from fire either," Lord Voss said. "My riders hit them with full column flame. They burned for three seconds and then they stopped burning. Three of my men died trying to understand why because we never had that problem in the past."

"Some will burn." Kael shrugged. "Most won’t. They’ve bred to absorb elemental magic. So yeah... you’re not burning them. You’re just giving them a snack."

The table processed that information the way a table processes anything that rewrites the rules of war: badly.

"Fascinating. And how do we make them dead?" Lord Raventhorn asked.

"Reverse the order: steel first, fire second," Kael replied. "Cut their heads off or stab them. Simple. The problem is that they are fast, they can fly, and they can portal."

Murmurs rippled through the gallery.

"And you know all this how, exactly?" Raventhorn swirled his drink like the war council was a dinner party.

Kael smiled. The smile of a man who had been asked the right question by the wrong person and was going to enjoy answering both.

"I know because while you lot were jerking each other off in council meetings, I studied them for a year. When your scouts were still filing reports about anomalous portal activity, I had already mapped twelve dark fae staging camps and burned eight of them. You’re welcome."

Elder Drystan in the first row pinched the bridge of his nose. "Strike ’jerking off’ from the record."

"Strike it from the record all you want," Kael said flatly. "But we all know the real record is written in blood and cum, and right now we’re losing on both fronts."

"Strike that as well," Drystan sighed.

"Full deployment east. Air support. New wards. This shouldn’t require a discussion." Thornvale leaned back and crossed his arms like he’d solved it.

Whispers followed in the audience. None of the lords spoke, all likely mindlinking.

"New wards. Same design. Same giant fucking hole," Kael cut through the murmurs. "You can either layer dark countermeasures into the foundation, or keep wasting gold on walls that dark fae are using as a goddamn revolving door."

"Dark magic is banned under the Accord," Lord Ocandia recited, as if reading from a scroll he kept inside his ribs.

"Dark fae don’t give a fuck about the Accord," Kael said. "Strange how that works."

"Enough." Maddox’s voice was a door closing. "The ban on dark magic was written when dark fae were a non-threat. They are killing our men and eating our dragonfire for breakfast. Sterling, draft an amendment for council review. Defensive dark ward integration at border houses. Supervised by the Fourth and the Master Mage jointly."

Kael’s brow moved a fraction. Jointly. He clocked the leash. Accepted it.

"Full border deployment," Maddox continued. "Seventy-two hour mobilization timeline."

Seven lords shifted in their chairs. No one argued.

Lord Holt broke the silence.

"Let’s cut the shit. You marked a flame-bearer at the Gala, Your Majesty. Half of this room saw it. Rumor is you married her. Let’s address it."

The room exhaled like Holt had just pulled the pin everyone had been staring at for two hours.

Maddox didn’t flinch. "Yes. She is my fated mate. She merged with my flame and she is my wife. I married her three weeks ago in this Keep, under the Dragon Code, witnessed by my elders and my senior officers."

His words detonated across forty faces simultaneously.

The gallery erupted.

Lord Solandris, who had been silent the entire session, gave a single, almost imperceptible nod. The nod was addressed to no one.

"Wife," Ashwick repeated. "Or queen."

The two words hit the table and sat there like loaded weapons.

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