Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191: Crayon At A Goddamn Sword Fight

Two men stared at each other in a standoff while an entire pack watched. One was a dragon who had killed three men tonight. One was a Beta’s son in pajama pants who had watched this princess get beaten and decided that death was an acceptable alternative to letting it happen again. This was going to be a problem.

A problem Kael solved in under a second. Tyler blinked and his arms were empty. The dragon had her. The argument was over.

Fresh blood dripped onto Kael’s arms. His eyes darkened, looking down at her. Then he pushed gold flame into her. His reserves were almost gone, torn between two jobs: warming the woman in his arms and burning anyone stupid enough to approach.

The violent shivering eased by a fraction. Color returned to her lips, blue retreating to something closer to living. The glowing runes on her skin dimmed as his body pulled excess light from her, painfully slow but it was better than nothing.

"How do you communicate with other packs?" Kael asked, not looking away from Guinevere. "You must have some kind of relay system."

"Ravens, sir."

Kael’s head snapped up.

"Ravens," he repeated.

"Yes. Trained ravens can reach Shadowfell territory in a day."

"A day."

"Weather permitting."

"Right. Ravens. We have no portal or backup while Dark Fae attack. Wonderful." He let out a sigh of acceptance that today had been a complete shitshow, which was saying something considering he died the day prior. "What about wards? Protective barriers around the Keep? Magical fortification of any kind?"

"What is a ward?"

"What is a— okay. Okay. We’re here. This is where we are. You don’t know what a ward is. Fan-fucking-tastic."

"We have walls, if that’s what you’re referring to."

Tyler said ’walls’ with the confidence of a man presenting his strongest card. Kael received it with the enthusiasm of a man being handed a crayon at a sword fight.

"You know what else had walls? Every city that’s ever been destroyed. What is the most secure room in this goddamn Keep? One entrance. Stone."

Tyler’s face suggested he had never thought about walls in that context before, but he would be moving forward. "The princess’s chambers in the east tower. One stairwell, one door, stone walls three feet thick. It was designed that way on purpose."

"That’s not stupid. By whom?"

"The Alpha."

Kael filed that away. A man who sold his daughter had also built her a fortress. The contradiction was too Renwick to unpack right now.

"Are you Draven’s son?"

Tyler’s jaw shifted. "You know my father?"

"Yeah. I had drinks with him and Renwick last night," Kael replied impatiently.

Tyler processed that. The dragon who had just snapped three necks and melted a prince’s face had been having drinks with his father last night. Like a person. At a table. Socializing. The what-the-fuck of that was staggering.

"So let me see if I’ve got this right," Kael continued. "The Alpha’s son just beat a foreign king’s wife in front of witnesses and got his face melted for it. The Beta is acting second when the Alpha is gone. Cry-baby is out. You’re the Beta’s son." He gestured at the room. "So you’re in charge now, yeah? That’s how this works? Musical chairs but with fur?"

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