Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Sounds Like A You Problem

No, she did not just eat shit in high definition in front of the Lunaris warriors.

Just kidding.

She did, in fact, trip in full view of every fighter on the wall and the gods above. The dress looked damn good, but it was freezing and impractical. Decision made.

It took her fifteen minutes to raid the laundry room and turn into a twelve-year-old squire boy. She looked like any other fighter: hair tucked in, hood up, crown hidden.

Unless someone scented her or saw her face, they’d have no idea that a royal pain in the ass was undercover.

Things were going according to plan right until the sky ripped open and started vomiting demons. Dark rifts split wide, winged bodies surged through in tidy groups of six. She stared upward in disbelief and her hood chose that exact moment to abandon ship.

Immediately, Tyler was at her side.

"Gwen? What in the—you know what, never mind. Let’s get you inside. Now."

She didn’t look at him, her eyes fixed on the sky. "What are those things?"

"Guinevere, listen, this is on the dragon’s order that you are to—"

His words died mid-sentence. She was already nocking an arrow.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Left eye."

"Left eye of wha—"

She released.

The arrow punched through the left eye of the lead Dark Fae from a range that screamed show-off. The creature dropped from formation.

Tyler’s jaw hit the floor. She called it from this range in the dark with wind like she’d done nothing more impressive than swatting a fly. She was aware of the optics. He’d survive.

"Why are the perimeter pyres dark?" she asked, already drawing another.

"They absorb fire."

"What do they want?"

"They’re hitting every major Keep in Nyros. We don’t know."

Yelling surged up from below the wall. Eight Lunaris soldiers were pinned. At least fifty Dark Fae had emerged from the trees, enclosing them on all sides.

"SHIT." Tyler spun. "RESERVES. SOUTH GATE. NOW."

"Beta." A warrior cleared his throat. "Respectfully, sir, look the fuck down."

Laughter rippled across the archers.

Guinevere peered over the merlon and found the source of their sudden and deeply misplaced confidence. The half dead dragon named Kael was walking into the scene like he owned the place.

"Evening, gentlemen. You’re messing with my wolves. That’s going to be a problem."

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