Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340: Kings, Crimes, And Crayon

The Dragon King swaddled a grown woman. The Wolf King unwrapped her. And the dragon holding her rated the entire crisis a four out of ten. Somewhere between "forgiveness ritual" and "formal inquiry," three powerful men collectively failed to have the same conversation for twelve straight minutes.

They were all on the same page. The page was written in three different languages, two of them classified, and one of them was crayon.

Nicholas rubbed the back of his neck. "When we landed in Solveil, she was already in a panic. Convinced they were going to arrest her. I thought they frightened her the first time, and she had misread the situation. I was very wrong on that. The Kingsguard showed up armed and in formation."

Maddox’s jaw tightened by one degree. Kael’s expression gave the room nothing, which was how you knew his brain was doing cardio.

Both dragons heard Kingsguard showed up armed and mentally translated it to: they came for her over Landon. The arrest warrant. The bloody dagger. The whole goddamn attempted murder that six people had spent an hour building a cover story around.

"She was calling herself a terrorist, Drakencrest. In those exact words. She genuinely believed she had committed acts of terror against their civilization."

Kael and Maddox exchanged a glance that lasted half a second and contained a full emergency briefing.

"We knew about the Solveil situation," Kael said carefully. "We discussed it while you were in Greyhall."

Nicholas gave a slow nod, relieved. "Good. Then you understand why I ran with her. I couldn’t believe they were chasing her like that for one incident. The response was insane."

Incident.

The word detonated silently behind Maddox’s eyes. Incident. Nicholas Shadowfell, King of Wolves, had just described the near-assassination of a Luminari monarch as one incident.

Maddox kept his face neutral because that’s what kings do when the alternative is screaming.

"She was terrified of the political fallout," Nicholas continued. "Kept trying to send me away so I wouldn’t be associated with it. She had a whole plan. Surrender herself. Serve time. Some kind of forgiveness ritual."

Kael’s poker face was a masterpiece. Behind it, his brain was sprinting laps.

Forgiveness ritual. Community service. She had repackaged a potential regicide into a carriage parking ticket and convinced the King of Wolves to go along for the ride. Guinevere Lunaris was either the most dangerous woman alive or the most adorable, and the answer was obviously fucking both.

"She mentioned being worried about causing damage between kingdoms," Nicholas said, looking at Maddox directly. "She was carrying it, Drakencrest. The guilt of what happened."

Maddox felt his blood pressure do something creative. This man was sitting in his chair, holding eye contact, and talking about Maddox’s wife’s guilt over what both dragons believed was the stabbing of Landon Solveil, with the gentle concern of an Alpha who thought the whole thing was about fountains.

"She confided in me," Kael said. His voice was level. "Before you arrived. She was trying to figure out the right thing to do."

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