Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Did I Stutter? No Side Hos Allowed

BLAIR-O-METER: Psycho Bitch

Why was Blair Drakencrest at level four?

ITEM ONE: her dress-up doll had outrun the three most powerful kings in the known world.

Three goddamn kings with combat experience, supernatural speed, shifts, and glowing nonsense. And a tiny, white-haired firecracker outran all of them. Blair would have been proud if she wasn’t so pissed off.

ITEM TWO: her annoying Griffin was hurt.

Griffin was an idiot, but he was her idiot, and nobody got to break her shit except her.

ITEM THREE: nobody had thought to get Blair during the crisis.

Guinevere had woken up confused, frightened, and surrounded by crazies. Of course she fucking ran. She woke up in the ugliest room in the Keep in the bed with three strange men.

They chased her through the forest in the dark like goddamn serial killers and wondered why she was running for her life.

Instead of sending Guinevere’s instant-best-friend, they sent three territorial kings with glowing bodies and zero emotional intelligence.

Territorial pheromones cranked to maximum. Chasing a traumatized woman through a dark forest like a pack of hormonal searchlights. What the actual hell was the plan? Glow at her until she calmed down? Blind her into submission?

And those FUCKWITS were SURPRISED she ran. Goddamn she was surrounded by idiots.

Blair could have had her back in the Keep in ten minutes. But instead, the three geniuses chased her off a goddamn CLIFF and into a river.

Men. The species as a whole was a design flaw.

ITEM FOUR: Why did she give Kael her blood again? The bastard, pun intended and fully loaded, decided to jump into a freezing river while recovering from being dead.

He grabbed onto Guinevere and got sucked through a portal to gods-know-where.

Was he alive? Obviously. Kael was always alive. Kael would survive the apocalypse and have a sarcastic comment. There was zero doubt in Blair’s mind that he was alive, conscious, and currently cuddling her dress-up doll while sleep talking.

Blair adjusted her crown like a woman preparing for war.

She had shit to do. A twelve item list, actually. Three were emergencies. Four were cosmetic. Five were acts of psychological warfare. All of them were happening at once.

EXHIBIT A:

The brown room was exactly how they’d left it. Broken glass on the floor from "Guinevere’s scream" which Blair did not believe for a second. The boys were fighting like psychopaths and were trying to blame this mess on her.

The chalk line was still on the bed. Brown curtains, the brown bedding, the brown chairs.

Gerald’s time had come.

Blair crossed the room, glass crunching under her boots, and went to Kael’s desk. Her necklace was in the box. She opened the box and put it on.

"I’m borrowing this until you can give it to me properly," she said out loud, chin lifted, as if Kael could hear her.

She turned to the room just as servants entered, lining up in a row. Right on schedule.

Blair passed with her hands clasped behind her back and her chin elevated like she was daring gravity to try her. She was a commander inspecting the troops and this commander did not fuck around.

"We are redecorating."

She said it the way generals said ’we are invading.’ Same energy. Same finality. Same absolute certainty that everyone in earshot was about to have a very long day and zero say in how it went.

"You are the elite. The chosen."

Only three of the fifteen did not look terrified. New recruits. Rookies. Fear was the foundation that Blair was building an empire on. They would learn.

"Failure is not an option. Neither is beige. Beige is brown’s timid fucked-me-then-chucked-me side-ho. Brown is the failure older sister who started calling mediocrity acceptable."

She got right up in the nearest servant’s face, close enough to smell the fear-sweat. "Do we accept either, Suzy?"

"No, Your Highness."

"SUZY is officially the only one I trust not to fuck this up. The rest of you are on thin ice and thinner talent."

Suzy didn’t react. That was why Suzy was the goddamn favorite. Conner, previously Blair’s golden child, stared at Suzy with quiet devastation. Good.

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