Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376: I Spy With My Dragon Eye

Six apex predators who’ve commanded armies were about to learn, in real-time, that "that’s how it’s fucking done" has a face, and it’s a dragon princess.

Lux fell into step on Blair’s left. Damon on her right. The formation was automatic.

"What do you need?" Damon asked as they moved.

Blair glanced at him. "I need you to read body language and your mind to be in puzzle solving mode."

"Done."

She looked at Lux. "I need you, Lux, to scan for energy in that room. The magic will be mage in signature, but with a twist."

"Twist?" Lux asked.

"Noxari. The evil twin of the Luminari or something," Blair answered lightly.

Lux gave a single nod.

Behind them, Kael’s boots hit the stone at a pace that was trying very hard to be casual and was failing. Nicholas, Sterling, Griffin, and Ryker were behind him, because of course they were.

Blair stopped three feet from the throne room doors. Every servant and palace staff member in the Keep had been mindlinked and was waiting for her.

She turned and the look she gave them could have frozen lava.

"If you enter, you do not interfere. You remain inconspicuous and do not draw attention to your presence. Or I will turn your rooms pink."

"Yes, Ma’am," Ryker said immediately.

Kael looked at the ceiling. "I’d like it on the record that the High General of Drakencrest just called a woman who tortures people with maple syrup ma’am, and I am the only person in this room who finds that concerning."

Blair ignored him. Her eyes were on Sterling.

"Understood. I’ll be useful," he said after a tense moment.

"Yes. You will be," Blair agreed. "Griffin?"

"I’ll be good."

Her eyes glossed over Nicholas, which he didn’t take as an insult.

"Kael? Confirm."

"What happens if I say no? You redecorate my room? Pour syrup on me? Call Maddox? Actually don’t answer that. Confirmed."

Two guards moved to open the doors. Blair held up one hand. "Don’t."

She rolled her neck once. Then she kicked the doors open with both hands at her sides, the boom rolling through the throne room like a war drum.

The moment she entered, the rows snapped to attention. Spines straightened. Chins lifted. Eyes forward.

Griffin whispered "holy shit" behind her with the reverence of a man watching the final boss level up in real time.

Blair walked through the center aisle towards the throne with her hands clasped behind her back and her chin elevated.

Blair Drakencrest ran a clean ship.

She knew every face in this Keep. Every name. Every start date. Every reassignment. She knew who was sleeping with whom, which laundress had been covering shifts for which chambermaid and why.

She stopped at the third row. Sniffed. Turned her head.

"Ryan."

The man flinched before his name finished leaving her mouth.

"What do I hate?"

Ryan swallowed. "Brown, beige, and taxidermy, Your Highness."

"Which rug?"

"Gerald."

"Correct." She tilted her head. "But that’s not what I’m asking. What else do I hate, Ryan?"

Ryan’s mouth opened. Nothing useful came out.

Blair walked to the far wall. Her hand found the iron poker beside the fireplace. She lifted it, turned, and drove it through the portrait of a Drakencrest ancestor that hung between two windows.

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