Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Slow Down There, Stabby

Guinevere had spent twenty years believing her origin story was boring. Turns out it was a high-budget clusterfuck with a covered-up affair, a blood contract, and a family with more skeletons than a graveyard.

Lord Solandris, also known as Edward and Grandfather dearest, raised his hand lazily, halfway up. The tent cleared immediately, leaving only the people at the table and the weight of what was about to happen next.

RULE 28: Eyes drop first, mouth opens first. Every goddamn time. Shut the fuck up and wait. The next words out of their mouth are always a confession.

Edward Solandris rotated his glass between his fingers, studying Guinevere.

She met his gaze unflinching. If he was hoping for a reaction to the grandfather bit, he wasn’t going to get one. Her emotions were floating somewhere off in the distance and the strategist version of herself was out.

Two seconds.

Five seconds. Seven.

He broke eye contact first. His lips twitched in what might have been the world’s most reluctant almost-smile before he took a sip of whiskey.

"Twenty-three years ago, your father saved a life that mattered to me. The details are sealed under an oath so don’t bother asking. A debt was owed to him by House Solandris, which is a rarer thing than gold."

Kael grinned. "A life that mattered to you? Bold of you to admit feelings, Grandpa."

Lord Solandris ignored him.

"A year later, I convened seven men I respected: the now late Dragon King, four Dragon Lords, a king of something else that I shall not name, and a young Wolf King from Nyros. Your father was the first and only wolf to ever sit at a Solandris table."

Renwick leaned back in his chair, crossing one ankle over the other completely at ease like he owned the table and every motherfucker sitting at it.

"House Solandris does not invite outsiders into our walls often," Lord Solandris continued. "None of those men knew the nature of the meeting. All took a blood oath before entering the chamber."

"I’ve been to worse dinner parties. Not many," Kael commented.

"Quiet, dragon," Lord Solandris ordered, without looking at him. "You are a guest in a history that is not yours to witness. Act like it."

Kael’s smirk widened. "The ’guest’ ship has long since sailed, Your Lordship. I’m part of the story now."

Lord Solandris picked up his whiskey, took a deliberate sip, and set it down without acknowledging the comment. "Before another word is spoken, everyone present will swear a blood oath. This is not a request."

"Yeah, no. Hard fucking pass," Kael said immediately. "She’s good. Aren’t you, Wolf Girl?"

Guinevere remained silent, eyes on her grandfather, waiting for more. Edward waited too. A second silent war of stubbornness unfolded.

She won. Obviously.

"I am also bound by oath," Lord Solandris clarified. "I cannot continue without one for that reason."

Silence filled the tent.

She knew this was a terrible fucking idea. How many batshit decisions can one girl make in one night? Apparently the limit did not exist because it took two seconds for her to hit the FUCK-IT button.

"Okay. I’ll take a blood oath."

"Wolf Girl, blood oaths will kill you if you break them," Kael warned, using the voice of a hostage negotiator who knew damn well the hostage was the problem.

"I am aware of the mechanics. Your concern is noted," she replied, voice soft.

"Got it. You know it could kill you and you’re fine with it." Kael took a long swig of his drink. "That tracks."

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