Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: His Bear Rug Was Bigger. Naturally.

Kael’s quarters looked exactly the way they had last night, which was to say they looked like a furniture store had been murdered by a library.

Blair sank into a brown leather chair.

She had complained about the brown in here last night, and now, Maddox couldn’t unsee it. Brown leather. Brown curtains. Brown lampshades. Brown sheets, brown wall hangings, brown vase, brown nightstands. Even the candles were brown.

It all matched perfectly. Maddox was more of a black guy, but he could respect it. The man had good taste.

He made eye contact with the bear rug. His bear rug was bigger than Kael’s. Naturally. But Kael’s wasn’t THAT bad. Blair was just finding things to complain about.

He laid Guinevere on the far side of Kael’s bed, because the guest room mattress was bare and soaked.

"You are carrying her like a stuffed animal," Blair commented.

"I am not," Maddox snapped.

She wordlessly got up, crossed the room, took a pillow from under Kael’s head, and put it under Guinevere’s. Kael didn’t stir. Blair didn’t care.

"He has four pillows total in here and only one is good," Blair said, settling back into her chair. "The other three are decorative. He thinks they ’tie the room together.’ They do the opposite."

The old healer shuffled to Kael’s bedside with the unhurried gait of a man who had been walking toward dying people for a century and saw no reason to rush now. He looked down at Kael with the expression of a master carpenter staring at a table that had been left in the rain, used as a beer pong surface, and possibly set on fire.

Kael was grey. Less grey than he’d apparently been when Blair arrived, but grey enough that Maddox’s chest tightened at the sight. The blood transfusion had brought some color back to his lips. His breathing was shallow. His brow was still furrowed even unconscious, the face of a man who could be annoying in his sleep.

The healer placed his palm on Kael’s sternum and pushed white light into him.

Kael’s eyes flew open.

"WOOOAH there, buddy." He grabbed the old man’s wrist. "Buy me a drink first."

"Release my hand, young dragon."

"I will when you stop glowing inside me. I have personal boundaries. They’re flexible but they exist."

"Your boundaries are noted. Release my hand."

Kael released the hand. The healer resumed. The white light sank deeper, spreading through Kael’s chest in threads that pulsed twice before settling into a steady glow.

Kael squinted at the old man. "Who are you? You’re glowing. Why are you glowing?" He spotted Guinevere. "Why is she in MY bed and not yours?"

"My bed is a biohazard," Maddox said.

"Your bed has been a biohazard since you were seventeen. That’s never stopped you before."

"Long story."

"I love long stories. I’m bedridden. I’ve got nothing but time and shades of brown."

Blair’s eyes cut to Kael at shades of brown, the look of a woman hearing her own insult repeated back to her without credit.

The old healer’s hand paused over Kael’s sternum, and his milky eyes tracked downward to the ring on Kael’s finger, the one that had been glowing on Diplomat Row, the one Maddox had seen pulse when Guinevere’s white light had detonated.

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