Dragon King's Harem Chapter 309. Jealousy I

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 309. Jealousy I

I navigated through the bustling castle corridors and finally spotted Evelina in the grand palace hall, accompanied by Eir. The two of them strolled together, engaged in what seemed like a casual conversation. Even in their relaxed interaction, there was a clear sense of formality and respect that underscored their relationship: that of a dedicated guard and the esteemed wife of the king.

Despite their amiable discussion, there was an evident professional distance they maintained, a visible marker of the boundary of their roles. They carried themselves with the composed air expected of a member of the royal family and a trusted guardian, never overstepping the boundaries of their respective positions.

The palace hall wasn't a solitary spot; it was teeming with healer guards stationed strategically around the pillars, creating a sense of watchfulness and protection. Their presence lent an air of security to the surroundings, maintaining a vigilant watch over the area.

I made my way closer to Evelina and Eir, ready to join their company, but my attention was abruptly drawn upwards by an unsettling sight. High atop one of the pillars, coiled around its structure, was Prince Naganthor, his form silently observing the scene below. His impressive tail and sinuous body were wrapped securely around the stone pillar, giving him a vantage point over the hall and its occupants.

My brow furrowed in concern as I caught sight of Prince Naganthor's penetrating gaze fixed upon Evelina. The unease was palpable in his eyes and etched on his usually composed visage. His focus on Evelina was unmistakable, and it seemed to carry a weight of concern or apprehension.

Of course, I didn't like that. Obviously, he was spying on my wife. If Eir wasn't with Evelina, maybe he would have approached her. With a long exhale, I used my skill. 'Shadow Walk.'

In an instant, my form dissolved into the shadows, and I emerged in a swift, silent manifestation next to Prince Naganthor, my wings unfolding majestically as I levitated in the air.

"Good evening, Naganthor," I greeted the serpent prince, the air thick with my disapproval as I addressed him with an icy tone. The tension in the air was almost tangible, my displeasure unmistakable in my voice. My wings expanded fully, a display of authority and a silent warning, ready to assert dominance if necessary.

My gaze was fixed squarely upon Naganthor, piercing and accusatory. I harbored a deep-seated frustration at his cryptic behavior, especially his unsettling watchfulness over my wife. The sense of protectiveness and anger welled up within me, urging me to confront the serpent with an unyielding resolve.

However, I knew that any overt aggression would only ignite more problems, potentially leading to a conflict between our tribes. So, despite my inner turmoil and the simmering anger, I held back, preferring a more measured approach.

"May I ask you what you need from my wife?" I inquired, the words laced with a demand for clarity. My frustration was evident, but I aimed to maintain a poised exterior. I couldn’t fathom why Naganthor was observing Evelina so intensely without a clear purpose or straightforward communication. His cryptic behavior and veiled intentions were more of a puzzle than a genuine concern.

Prince Naganthor's reaction was immediate and palpable. As my cold words cut through the tense air, his features twisted in shock, a stark contrast to his usually composed countenance. Panic clouded his expression, and a visible pallor washed over his face. He stammered in response, clearly taken aback by my abrupt appearance and direct confrontation.

"Y-Your Majesty," he stuttered in a flustered manner, his voice betraying his unease. "Forgive my impudence," he admitted, his admission underscored by an unmistakable sense of regret and apology.

“Explain yourself," My dissatisfaction didn't waver as I maintained an unwavering gaze upon him. I wanted clarity, an explanation for his surreptitious actions. It was evident that the situation was discomforting for him, but I pressed on, demanding answers in the same displeased tone.

But instead of offering a direct reply, Prince Naganthor diverted his attention, looking around our perch atop the pillar. His nervousness was apparent, and it was clear that he wished to be out of the spotlight.

"May we go down first?" he requested, an earnest plea for us to vacate the scene, acknowledging the impropriety of his actions. As a royal guest, his behavior was indeed embarrassing, and spying on my wife wasn't behavior befitting his status.

My displeasure was evident, yet I agreed to his request. "Fine. You first," I responded nonchalantly, signaling my consent for our departure from the high vantage point. I made a show of allowing him the lead, ignoring the curious gazes of the nearby healer guards who remained vigilant in their positions around the hall. Despite the tension between us, it was essential to maintain decorum and avoid any unnecessary disturbance in the palace.

Prince Naganthor, the serpent-like figure, bowed with a display of humility, a gesture that spoke volumes of his embarrassment. His slick, sinuous form slithered gracefully downward from the top of the pillar, the silence around us only amplifying the awkwardness of the situation. The realization that he had been caught in such a compromising position seemed to weigh heavily on him, evident in the slight tremor in his movements.

As he descended, the prince's eyes briefly met mine, betraying a mixture of chagrin and unease. It was clear that this embarrassing incident would likely spread throughout the palace, inevitably reaching Elixar’s ears. The implications of being caught in such a situation were undoubtedly unsettling for a prince of his stature.

The healer guards, who had maintained their watchful positions around the hall, parted their ranks, granting Naganthor a clear passage. Their gazes were a mix of wariness and displeasure, directed at the serpent prince who had just descended, an unspoken acknowledgment of his inappropriate actions.

Before the guards could voice their concerns or seek explanations, Prince Naganthor, in a display of swift accountability, immediately voiced his intentions. "I will convey my apologies to the king," he stated in a swift and earnest manner, aiming to rectify the situation before any questions were posed.