Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Finish That Sentence, Solveil

Blinding white light washed over Diplomat Row. Not a single warrior flinched. They stood calm in the blaze like it was sunshine, while hundreds of Dark Fae shrieked and disintegrated into floating ash.

The light cut off.

The silence that followed was so complete it felt like the universe itself had hit mute.

"How interesting," Guinevere said, staring at her hands.

Maddox looked down at her. "Nope. We’re done. No more interesting shit tonight."

A single soldier near the orgy tent tested the waters. "Take the gold. Take the g—" He stopped, glanced around, and smoothly transitioned into a fake coughing fit.

Marek and Eron’s voices rang out together like they’d practiced it. "Your Majesty, the girl."

"Drakencrest, my daughter—" Renwick started.

"I need to speak to my granddaughter," Lord Solandris finished at the same time.

Twice the old man had dropped ’granddaughter’ in public, and this time people heard it. A kicked-beehive buzz broke out, the unmistakable sound of a blindsided audience.

"GRANDDAUGHTER?"

"She looks like a Solandris. White hair."

"Lord Solandris is just old. His hair used to be black."

Maddox moved towards Jaxon’s portal.

"Two things," he called over his shoulder. "Lunaris, you’re in my Keep unannounced in the middle of a war summit. Solandris, ’granddaughter’ is a hell of a headline to break tonight after staying buried all week. I want answers to both tomorrow."

Guinevere was silent against his chest. No words were needed. He understood.

THOOM.

Less than one step away from Jaxon’s portal, dark magic exploded sending everyone flying.

Maddox spun mid-air with Guinevere locked against him, turning his own body into the thing that met the dirt so she wouldn’t have to, and she came down on top of him with her hands braced flat on his chest. The two of them had run a version of this exact maneuver the night before.

"Twice in two nights you’ve put me on the ground with you on top," he commented lightly. "Noted."

Her face flushed red immediately. Maddox grinned, entirely too pleased. "And now she blushes too."

The moment was short lived. Before she could respond, a voice hit Diplomat Row.

"VESSEL, VESSEL. COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE."

Maddox’s blood turned to ice. He flipped Guinevere beneath him to shield her as the realization hit: the Eclipse King was no longer in the sky, and the dark magic that had detonated belonged to him.

He lifted his head, scanning for the bastard, and raised his palm. Dark Fae absorbed flame. He knew that. But instinct overrode everything and gold exploded forward.

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