Dragon King's Harem Chapter 316. Afternoon Tea III

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 316. Afternoon Tea III

“Bad things,” Evelina replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she raised both of her eyebrows.

"And I bet he has reported the incident to his king and is planning revenge," Jyne chimed in, her confidence evident in her tone. “But it will be him who gets his punishment,” she added, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Okay, that sounds juicy. Mind sharing the details with us?” Sela asked, her curiosity piqued as she leaned in, eager for the inside scoop.

“With pleasure,” Jyne declared, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Leaning forward, she began recounting the tale of the arrogant noble's ill-fated challenge to His Majesty's authority.

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"Give me a break…" I whined, exhaustion dripping from my words like a leaky cauldron. My head slumped to my desk, a gesture of surrender that matched the defeated posture of my entire body. My eyes, tired and devoid of enthusiasm, stared at the two remaining piles of documents as if they were personal tormentors, hell-bent on making my life miserable.

This was not the majestic image of a dragon king that my subjects would expect, but I had just returned, and here I was, drowning in a sea of bureaucratic torture. The weight of responsibility hung heavy in the air, a far cry from the soaring flight of a dragon.

The view from behind the window painted a canvas of night, the sky adorned with stars like shimmering jewels against the deep hues of indigo. The fading twilight had given way to the tranquility of the nocturnal, a silent witness to the laborious hours I had spent at my desk.

My desk mirrored the disarray of my mind, strewn with a chaotic tapestry of papers that begged for order. A quill lay abandoned, its inkwell a testimony to the countless thoughts that had flowed onto the parchment.

Beside the desk, a small table groaned under the weight of its neglected duty. Piles of drink glasses, remnants of an attempt to find solace in the ephemeral pleasures of a temporary escape, stood witness to my futile endeavors. The plates, once adorned with snacks that offered only fleeting satisfaction, now bore the residue of my half-hearted attempts at sustenance.

It was a feast of disarray, a symphony of chaos that mirrored the internal turmoil. The small comfort derived from snacks couldn't fill the void left by the absence of substantial sustenance.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

A sharp knock echoed through the chamber, breaking the silence. The sound jolted me from the hunched slump over my cluttered desk, a swift reminder of the responsibilities that lingered beyond the parchment-strewn battlefield.

In an instant, I straightened my back, the weariness momentarily replaced by the innate regality that came with the mantle of a dragon king. My eyes, tired from the endless scrutiny of documents, now sought to exude an air of authority, reflecting the silent power that resided within the palace walls.

"Come in," I called, my voice a measured symphony of calm authority.

The door creaked open, revealing Al's figure in the doorway. He stepped into the room with a purpose, a bundle of papers clutched in his hands.

"Good evening, Your Majesty," Al greeted respectfully, his tone a blend of formality and familiarity that mirrored our long standing working relationship.

I reciprocated with a nod, the regal acknowledgment expected of a dragon king. My attention honed in on the papers in his grasp.

Al's entrance into the room was met with a pointed gaze, one that he couldn't escape. He cringed under the weight of my scrutiny, and his initial greeting betrayed a sentiment that wasn't exactly filled with reverence.

"Ew... You look dead, Your Majesty," he blurted out, addressing the emptiness he perceived in my stare. I shot him a glare that could've melted stone.

"I'm dead on the inside," I deadpanned, my tone a mix of sarcasm and exhaustion. I gestured at the documents he clutched in his hand. "And you want to give those things to me again?" The very sight of paperwork was enough to add an extra layer to the misery I was already wallowing in.

He cringed again, a reaction that hinted at the familiarity of our shared displeasure for the bureaucratic drudgery. “Well... I just wanted to deliver it,” he suggested, attempting to diffuse the tension in the room. He knew better than to push it when I was in a foul mood.

"So it's not urgent, right?" I clarified, a glimmer of hope in my eyes. The prospect of postponing the inevitable paperwork-induced headache offered a tiny beacon of relief.

"No, not at all," Al replied with a nonchalant shrug, his quick steps closing the distance between us. He approached the table, holding a pile of documents in his hands. As he reached the table, he strategically placed the papers just on the edge, a move that signaled a mix of mischief and innocence.

“I will just put it here,” he declared, an innocent grin playing on his lips. I eyed him suspiciously as he delivered his sly line.

Glancing down at the documents, I saw the unmistakable red stamp that screamed urgency. I shot him a look, my annoyance simmering beneath the surface. “You said this wasn't urgent,” I pointed out, my irritation thinly veiled.

Al met my gaze with that same innocent grin. “Well, not as urgent as you should check now. But if possible, check it at least tomorrow morning," he explained, attempting to smooth over the inconvenient truth.

“Right…” I hissed, the promise of bureaucratic headache lingering in my immediate future. “Tell the servant that I will have dinner in an hour. And make sure to prepare a lot of meat,” I added with an authoritative tone. In the realm of dragon kings, meat was the panacea for a foul mood.

"With pleasure, Your Majesty," Al responded, a playful twinkle in his eye. He darted out of the room, leaving me alone with the ominous stack of documents and the distant promise of a meat-filled dinner.