Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Nope Said The Camel

Kael Ashenvale had survived death, a frozen river, and a threesome. Blair Drakencrest redecorating in his absence was the final straw. The camel looked at the new throw pillows and said, "fuck this shit. Put me back in the proverb."

"This isn’t my room. I’m in the wrong room. We passed it. Turn around."

He looked at the door number. Looked at the room. Back at the number.

Maddox walked through the door behind him carrying Guinevere like a bride. His eyes swept the room the way a king’s eyes sweep a room he couldn’t give less of a damn about.

"What? I don’t see anything different."

"You don’t SEE anything DIFFERENT?" Kael’s voice climbed three octaves. He gestured at the room with both arms. The white. The navy. The throw pillow that Kael hadn’t mentioned yet but was absolutely going to mention because it had a goddamn anchor embroidered on it.

"Not really," Maddox replied with a shrug.

"There is an ANCHOR on my PILLOW. An ANCHOR. I am a DRAGON. I FLY. What part of that says ANCHOR? I left brown. I came back to the inside of a goddamn SEASHELL."

"This is all in your head, Kael. One of us needs sleep and it isn’t me."

"Maddox. Look at the walls."

Maddox looked at the walls the way a man looks at walls that have always been white.

"Walls look fine."

"They are WHITE."

"They’ve always been white."

"They were BROWN."

"Were they?"

If the Gods were watching, the award for Best Actor in a Domestic Gaslighting would have gone to Maddox Drakencrest for a performance so dedicated that even the walls started to wonder if they were the problem.

Kael’s face went through a journey that started at outrage, passed through disbelief, took a hard left at betrayal, and parked permanently at homicidal. The veins in his neck were doing cardio.

"Yes. They were. Brown. THIS," he gestured at the room with both arms, "is a premeditated, cold-blooded, sister-executed shitfucking crime scene."

Sterling entered. His eyes moved across the space, taking inventory of his surroundings the way trained officers do.

"Looks clean," Sterling observed.

"Clean," Kael repeated.

"Yes. Organized. Functional."

"You’re describing a DIFFERENT room."

Sterling blinked once. "I’m describing this one."

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