The Dragon’s Bride

Chapter 9

His hands begin to caress every inch of my body, sending heat spouting from the junction of my thighs all over my body. His enticing aroma remains in my nostrils, causing me to become more addicted to it. He met my eyes with his scorching of ardent desires before ultimately seizing my mouth with his. Gently nibbling my lips to pry it open, a gasp from my lips was made as he successfully swiped his tongue inside and explored the area.

I felt a warm man's hand caressing my breast as his hands continued to caress me upward. My toes curled up in response to the startling sensation, and I let out a moan.

"Say it, say my name," he urged, his voice gradually becoming huskier. My chest heaves up and down, as I tried to capture my breath.

"D—Draco..." I said, my voice scarcely audible. Draco scooped me up and carried me all the way through the sofa, where he laid me down as he continued kissing me, trailing kisses down my neck while his hand cupped my breast and the other began to caress me all the way into the throbbing entrance of my womanly, when we were abruptly interrupted by a tap on the door. He swiftly backed away and began cursing angrily.

"Your Majesty, the courtiers had now arrived in the throne room waiting for the pair of you," remarked a voice on the other side of the door, which appeared to be Edmund's.

"Dammit," he grumbled as he backed away, and straightened his clothes walking from the opposite of my direction in front and drank the slightly alcoholic beverage from the glass on the table.

I hurriedly sit upright on the sofa, clumsily straightening my untidy gown, his eyes fixed on what I'm doing. Who is now seated in a chair at what appears to be a study table. As I realized what I was about to get myself into, the blood in my face began to drain.

'For God's sake, I was on the verge of giving up my virginity to him in a matter of seconds!

' I murmured to myself, perplexed, praying the ground would swallow me up right now to save me from my embarrassment.

Edmund hurriedly emerged from outside the gallery, flinging open the entrance.

"Your majesties, the courtiers are ready," he added, bowing before Draco and also before me as a display of respect.

Draco got out of his chair and began approaching me, his arms outstretched and a hand extended in front of me. I looked up at him, puzzled, as he moved his eyes from his hand to mine.

'Oh, I had to take his hand.'

Because of my shame, I accepted it with quivering hands and delicately placed it on his arm before leading the way out of the gallery to the throne room.

"Just smile and be confident," he said softly to my ear, as if nothing had happened between us recently. "And never show them that you are subordinate to them."

“Why?

" I inquired, perplexed.

"Because, my lovely wife, we don't want them to treat you badly, do we?" They may appear friendly when you confront them, but they are cunning and would prefer you died right there and then," he continued, reminding me of how deadly this world is for me as a human.

"Well, your highness, I am not simply a nobody; I am a man of my own, and I don't surrender to anyone easily," I answered, irritated by what I had heard from him.

"Well, then, what do you call what you did with me early on?" He added. I can feel his lips twitch into a smile on my ear, making my face flushed in red.

"And——don't be foolish, sire, talking about that in public you must be insane," I responded, my teeth clenched. Seeing my reaction from what he said, he chuckled.

‘Damn this arrogant man.’

"Relax, and smile, I'm right behind you," Draco said, tapping my clenched palm. I snatched a hold of myself and began to calm down and proudly elevate my head, as my nervousness subside.

As we entered the room and the eyes of the courtiers gawked over me, the tension in the room intensified as the atmosphere grew thicker with each passing minute. Both Draco and I faced everyone as we approached the two magnificent chairs in the front and center of the room. They have befuddled and perplexed expressions on their faces, which they immediately hide to avoid Draco seeing their reactions.

"Today, I gathered you all to introduce to all of you, your new queen," Draco said, and the courtiers murmured. Draco cleared his throat, and they looked fearful of his reaction and began to cheer, burying their feelings beneath it as they are afraid what awaits them.

Once the introduction was done, the courtiers approached us one by one. I realized that the courtiers were Draco's knights. Each individual is the strongest member of their species, making them the leaders who assist Draco in keeping Madoxx peaceful. The Avians, Goblins, Adoni, Nightwalkers (vampires), Werewolf, and Fae are the six leaders. Each race has maintained peace for many years, yet there is a gradual shift in the current situation. As you can feel tension creeping out on everyone.

A tall, dashing man approached us and came to a halt when he got close, bending his head in submission and kissing the back of my hand in reverence.

"Greetings, your royal highnesses..." he said, with a brilliant smile on his face. "My name is Fenrir, but you may call me Fen," he added, staring me down for several minutes. Draco interrupted our gazing contest by clearing his throat in irritation at what he was observing.

"I think it's better if you keep your dirty hands off of my wife, Fen," Draco grumbled. Fen didn't take Draco's comment as an insult, but rather as a source of amusement, and smirked.

"As you wish, MAJESTY, pardon my very direct acts." He said, "I'm just looking forward to meeting her highness," then bowed and walked away. Fen's words echoed in my head, as if there was even more to it than there was, something I was supposed to know someday.

"His name is Fen, and we've been friends since we were kids." After Fen left, he finally said without looking at me. "I urge you don't get too close to that guy since he is a womanizer and has broken a lot of lasses' hearts, but everything relies on you. You can look for him if your bored or something, he can entertain and I trust him.”

Following Fen, three figures approached to greet us; based on their appearance, I can identify whose race they belong to. The first is the avian race, which includes Myrrah, the second is a gorgeous fairy, and the third is a nightwalker. It was only a brief exchange of hello before they walked away. Following them is a towering greenish creature with blisters on its face and long grey hair flowing freely down his back are tucked behind his sharp ears. I got an eerie sensation from the creature's presence as it descended on us, its aura creeping in, the need to kill. We caught each other's stare for a few moments as he gently lifted his head, his blazing yellow eyes flashing a hint of disgust towards me.

In his uncanny voice, he said, "Greetings your royal highnesses, My name is Bhaftaaz, and I am here to offer my respect to your union." Stares intensely look with other intentions, as his eyes felt like daggers piercing my soul.

"It's been a while, Bhaftaaz, since your species attempted to assassinate the mother of my queen," Draco said, his voice threatening. Bahftaaz knelt in terror, from Draco’s voice of menace, causing all eyes in the throne went to our direction. Draco's stare began to blaze like flame as the atmosphere around him became heavy with tension.

"It is only a mistake, your highness, pardon their folly; they have known nothing except building their own pit," Bhaftaaz replied, his voice quivering and uncanny. Nervousness causes sweating on his face.

I turned to face Draco and clenched my grip on his hand. His gaze shifted towards me as he returned my stare, slowly, calming his toil of emotions. And turned to face once more Bhaftaaz’s sweating fave

"As a result, Bhaftaaz, I'll forgive your people this time; thank the queen for saving your butts.” He finally said. “But if you continue to do things like this, I will not hesitate to slaughter your people with my own hands.” Draco added, "You know how capable I am."

As he bowed and walked away, he remarked, "Thank you, your Majesty, and thank you, my queen, for your understanding."

After Bhaftaaz left, I pierced my stares like daggers towards Draco’s direction and spoke. "You shouldn't have done that, Draco," I murmured quietly enough that no one else could hear our conversation.

"No one is allowed to condemn my laws or remarks Kassandre." There is no one. You'll be doomed if you let that low creature step above you. If I'd been more than a few seconds late back then. You might be dead for good right now," he whispered, snarling from the wrath in his heart as he clutched his palm tightly.

I froze in shock of his revelation as his words sunk in me.

“So—it wasn’t just a dream? You’re that guy who saved me?”