Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Queen In Title, Ghost In Origin

Half the table couldn’t look away from the magical bonfire. The other half was still processing the flaming shitshow their night had become. Guinevere was the president of the second group.

Alarm bells were sounding off in her brain. 750 million in gold. Silver cuffs. Cum-chanting demons. Her father’s actions tonight contradicted his actions three weeks ago so violently that one of them had to be a lie.

Lord Solandris spoke, knocking half the table out of a daze.

"Three kings and four dragon lords took a blood oath and entered a chamber. I informed them that I had fathered a bastard daughter and was seeking a union for her. But there were terms that must be agreed to."

At the mention of bastard, Kael’s eyebrows climbed so high they threatened to leave his face.

TERM THE FIRST:

"First," Lord Solandris said, "was that she will not be seen by any man in that chamber. The contract would be signed in good faith alone."

Guinevere glanced down at Term the First on the parchment. Her grandfather had invented the world’s most expensive blind date and enforced it with a death clause. Somewhere in history, a king had looked at this contract and thought "seems reasonable." That king was her father.

She glanced at Kael, whose jaw was doing something that suggested he had seven comments loaded and was exercising superhuman restraint by not firing any of them.

TERM THE SECOND:

"Second, she will be titled and crowned immediately. For those present with one wife already, my rule was no subsequent marriages shall occur and her rights, titles, and honors shall be equal to the crown."

Lord Solandris took a sip of his whiskey as his words settled over the table.

Immediate crowning. No second wife. The man had written terms that protected a woman he’d fathered out of wedlock with more care than most men protect their legitimate heirs. Guinevere wasn’t sure what to do with that.

Kael’s eyebrows, which had already climbed dangerously high at bastard, now resided somewhere near his hairline. They showed no signs of returning.

TERM THE THIRD:

"Third, her identity and origins shall never be disclosed, spoken of, revealed or tied back to House Solandris in any way."

The tent was completely silent.

Queen in title, ghost in origin. Guinevere swallowed the unwanted lump in her throat at the thought. Her entire life had been built on this term. Every unanswered question. Every redirected conversation. Twenty years of locked doors, and the key had been sitting in a Solandris tent the entire time, on a parchment she’d spent the evening refusing to touch.

TERM THE FOURTH:

"The fourth term stated that House Solandris retains the right to claim any son born as a potential heir to Solandris if they possessed a dragon shift or any extraordinary gifts."

Guinevere blinked. Her grandfather had written a retrieval clause on unborn children. The man put a return policy on babies that didn’t exist yet. The audacity was so massive it had its own gravitational pull.

"You are joking," the dragon king had said, before he died and stopped being able to say things.

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