Dragon King's Harem Chapter 315. Afternoon Tea II

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 315. Afternoon Tea II

"But for how long?" asked Sela, her voice dipped in a grim undertone, a huff escaping her mouth like a puff of frustration.

Evelina, her eyes reflecting the weight of the unspoken question, shook her head slowly. It was a query that hung in the air, unanswered and haunting. Even Argod and Glasha seemed unsure of the path ahead. Their story held a complexity that defied easy explanation.

Argod, in a rare moment of transparency, had shared details with Evelina. He mentioned that when he took Glasha's first time, it wasn't a violent act of a feral beast. Evelina believed his words, finding a certain truth in the sincerity of his tone. After all, Argod had no reason to deceive, and the absence of signs of physical force on Glasha's body corroborated his account.

"Will she end up hating His Majesty forever?" Marissa's question hung in the air, a gloomy curiosity infusing her murmur. Her eyes, fixed on the plate in her hands, seemed to seek answers within the remnants of a meal.

"That's possible," Jyne admitted, a note of sadness tainting her voice. She felt a peculiar sympathy for Glasha, caught in the intricate web of political marriage that dictated the destiny of the orc tribe.

“Will that be a problem for the harem?” Marissa redirected the conversation, turning to Evelina, as if seeking insight in the eyes of a fellow wife.

Evelina, thoughtful and silent for a moment, weighed the possibilities and potential consequences of Glasha's sentiments.

"As long as she doesn't play dirty tricks, it shouldn't be a problem," Evelina finally voiced her opinion. Her gaze, steady and contemplative, hinted at the intricacies of navigating the delicate balance within the harem. Despite Glasha's warrior pride, Evelina acknowledged the reality that desperation might drive one to unexpected actions.

"After all," she continued, her voice carrying a measured wisdom, "considering the tricks her twin pulled, it could happen. She might be that desperate." The unspoken understanding of the challenges woven into their roles as wives of the king lingered in the room, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Sela sighed, her shoulders sagging with the weight of the discussion. "It's just a mess, isn't it? Politics, love, duty—all tangled up."

Jyne nodded, her eyes reflecting the weariness that often accompanied the responsibilities they bore. "Life is never as straightforward as we hope it to be."

"So, we have to be careful with her?" Marissa sought confirmation, her gaze serious as she looked around the circle of women.

Evelina nodded, a hint of caution in her eyes. "Yes, just in case," she affirmed before taking a thoughtful sip of her tea.

“The king's woman has a loyal mark on her, right?” Marissa inquired, a slight frown creasing her forehead.

“Yes," Evelina responded, her tone carrying a weight of acknowledgment. "But remember, she is only loyal to him, no one else." The reminder echoed in the room, emphasizing the singular loyalty that Glasha held – not to the sisterhood of the harem, but to her master, Argod.

Marissa leaned back, her gaze distant as she pondered the implications. "It's like a delicate dance, isn't it? Knowing when to step forward and when to tiptoe around."

Evelina chuckled softly, the sound weaving through the air like a comforting melody. "You got it."

Jyne added, "Well, as long as we don't step on each other's toes, we should be fine. And watch out for Glasha's arrows, metaphorical or not."

"So we have to exile her?" Sela questioned, her eyes narrowing as she tried to piece together the implications of Glasha's loyalty.

"No, no exile necessary," Evelina clarified, her tone steady. "Just be more careful. It's a precaution, that's all." She leaned back, cradling her teacup, a thoughtful expression playing on her features. "I still hope she will join the harem, just like us," she added, optimism underlying her words. Evelina's desire for unity among the wives was evident in her hope for Glasha's eventual integration.

“After all…” Evelina glanced at Sela, a sly smile playing on her lips. “She's wearing your Magic Bracelet,” she reminded the others.

“Still… I think it will be difficult,” Jyne remarked, a skeptical shake of her head punctuating her words.

"Difficult doesn't mean impossible," Evelina asserted, a note of determination in her voice. Her gaze swept across the faces of the women gathered in the parlor.

"Not in the near future since Glasha is still in mourning," Marissa chimed in, a gentle reminder that the emotional landscape within the palace was not conducive to immediate changes. She reached for a cookie, savoring the sweet distraction it provided as she popped it into her mouth.

"And His Majesty is busy," Sela interjected, adding another layer to the complexities that dictated their lives.

"Yes, now that Lizard King is looking for trouble with him," Marissa continued, shaking her head in disbelief. The unexpected hurdles Argod faced seemed to multiply, leaving her baffled by the intricacies of ruling a realm.

"Who would've thought being a king came with so many headaches?" Jyne mused, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Evelina chuckled, a hint of irony in her voice. "Well, I guess that's the price of wearing the crown. Comes with a side of chaos and a sprinkle of unpredictability."

“I’m a bit worried about the Lizard King’s message,” Marissa stated with a huff.

Jyne and Evelina exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them.

"About that... you don't need to worry about it," Jyne assured with a cringe, turning to address the group. Her words carried a hint of reassurance, attempting to dispel any concerns that might have lingered in the air.

"It will be an easy problem to handle," Evelina remarked, her eyes dancing with suppressed amusement as she nodded confidently.

"What happened?" Sela asked, her curiosity piqued as she leaned in towards them, eager for the details.

“It's nothing big. Only an arrogant noble from the Lizard Tribe has disturbed His Majesty," Evelina revealed, a playful smirk playing on her lips as she recounted the disturbance.

“I can't wait to see his face,” Jyne chimed in, a mischievous grin revealing her anticipation for the unfolding drama.

“What has he done?” Marissa inquired, her curiosity mirroring the intrigue that now enveloped the group.