Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Aromatherapy For Angry Dragons

Kael had both hands in his hair and was circling his chambers in a loop that tightened every lap. The crash was inevitable unless the ground opened up and did him a favor.

Then he stopped dead, because the floor had a visual aid that killed the metaphor for him, and what he saw made saying goodbye to Gerald look like a walk in the park.

Blood.

He hadn’t noticed it until now. It had dried on the dark obsidian floor. There was definitely a trail of drops that led to the bathing chamber door.

Three men who should have been paying attention didn’t spare him a glance. The first hadn’t looked up from Guinevere in four minutes. The second was mentally drafting a letter to Blair complimenting the curtains and thanking her for the entertainment.

The third was studying the room with more interest than he had shown in any room in his military career. He told himself it was professional curiosity. He told himself that twice. By the third time, he had stopped believing himself and started wondering when the Commander’s sister had become the most interesting person in this Keep.

Kael’s jaw was locked so tight the muscle jumped twice. His eyes were full dragon, gold with black slits, and the fire that had been building in his chest all morning almost volcanoed.

Without a word, he followed the blood trail to the bathing chamber.

His hand found the door handle. He opened it.

For one second, the world was still.

Then.

"Oh come on. You’ve got to be kidding me. Who the fuck swaps soaps too. What is this shit."

A single bar of soap, that smelled like a nursing home had an affair with a flower shop, sat in a navy dish. The towels were folded in thirds instead of whatever Kael-shaped configuration they had been in before. And there was a fucking plant on the counter.

"There’s a live plant in my bathing chamber."

For one full second, Kael Ashenvale stood in the doorway of a room he used every day and did not recognize a single goddamn thing in it.

White marble countertops where grey stone used to be. Polished brass fixtures that caught the light like jewelry. Towels folded into thirds and stacked by color gradient, lightest on top, darkest on bottom, because apparently his bathing chamber had been enrolled in finishing school while he was busy getting stabbed.

Bath salts.

There were glass jars arranged by color on a marble ledge like a rainbow apothecary designed by a woman who thought a dragon warrior needed aromatherapy. He did not need aromatherapy. He needed his shit back.

Lavender. Eucalyptus. Something called Moonlit. The name alone was an act of war. Whatever the fuck Moonlit smelled like, it was going to smell like fire when Kael was done with it.

"This is a WOMAN’S bathing chamber."

The accusation echoed off the new marble and came back sounding expensive.

"There are SALTS in here, Maddox. COLORED SALTS. In GLASS. On a SHELF."

Kael Ashenvale had lost Gerald, his books, his walls, his chalk line, and his dignity. The bathing chamber was where he lost his will to live.

"Nobody wants to watch you bathe, Kael," Maddox called from the bedroom.

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