Dragon King's Harem Chapter 306. Impolite II

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 306. Impolite II

I shifted my gaze toward the balcony, my eyes locking on Prince Naganthor and Evelyn. The intensity of my stare conveyed a clear message: I disapproved of being scrutinized so closely. While I couldn't determine their intentions, I couldn't help but feel that monitoring a king's every move was, at the very least, a breach of decorum.

Watching over a monarch in such a manner raised questions. It hinted at an attempt to unearth secrets or discover vulnerabilities that could potentially harm the king. With this in mind, my gaze remained unwavering as I awaited their reaction, silently challenging them to respond and shed light on the reason behind their watchful eyes.

Both Prince Naganthor and Evelyn swiftly recognized my disapproval. In unison, they lowered their heads in a silent gesture of apology, acknowledging their transgression. When they raised their heads again, it was with a sense of contrition etched across their expressions.

I raised my hand, my both fingers extended, and pointed at my eyes, a clear indication that I was well aware of their prying eyes and that I found their actions intrusive and unacceptable. My unspoken message was that they should refrain from such behaviors, especially within the confines of the palace, as they were not only impolite but raised questions about their motives.

The duo bowed their heads once more, a silent and sincere apology for their transgression. As I averted my gaze and nonchalantly began to stroll in a different direction, I hoped this conveyed my message clearly enough. My intention was to show them that such behavior was not appreciated, and I expected them to respect the boundaries of courtesy, especially within the confines of the palace.

Evelina came to me with a gentle apology on her lips. "Sorry for making you wait," she said, her voice tender and warm. Behind her, a servant gracefully held a tray adorned with two goblets, each containing a shimmering, translucent drink. With a polite nod, she presented one to me, her fingers steady, her gaze respectful. "Your Majesty," she offered, her eyes sparkling with kindness.

I accepted the goblet with a nod of gratitude. It was evident that the drink was carefully chosen for this peaceful stroll in the garden. We raised our goblets in unison, a silent toast to the serenity of the moment, and then took a sip. The drink was refreshing, a symphony of sweet and tangy notes dancing on my taste buds.

The servants discreetly withdrew and we continued to explore the garden, our steps measured and unhurried. The leaves rustled gently, serenading us as we walked. The soft laughter of distant courtyards seemed like the distant hum of bees among the blossoms. It was a peaceful and idyllic moment, and I felt genuinely content.

Evelina's hand brushed mine as we strolled, our fingers interlocking naturally. The sensation was comforting.

In the middle of our stroll, Evelyn came to us, alone. She bowed to me and greeted me, “Your Majesty, I apologize for the intrusion," she began. "I couldn't help but watch you and Evelina, and I realize that it might not be the most discreet behavior."

Evelina echoed my question, a puzzled look in her eyes. "Evelyn, why have you been watching us from the balcony?"

Evelyn bowed her head, showing a touch of shyness, and then replied, "I... I wanted to talk to you, Your Majesty."

"Talk to me?" I repeated, slightly intrigued. "You can always approach us directly, there's no need to watch from afar."

Evelyn hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I know, Your Majesty, but I... I wanted to consult with you in private."

I couldn't help but frown at Evelyn's request. "Just me and you?" I repeated, my tone a mixture of surprise and concern. In the realm of courtly etiquette, such a private meeting was typically frowned upon, particularly since I was already married to her sister, Evelina.

Evelina and I exchanged a fleeting look. We both understood the unspoken rules that governed such situations. Ideally, I should not be alone with Evelyn, especially without the presence of her formal betrothed, in this case, Prince Naganthor. While I didn't know the exact outcome of the discussion between Prince Naganthor, Evelyn, and Elixar, the fact that the two of them were alone on the balcony strongly suggested that Evelyn had accepted whatever had been proposed or discussed.

"Yes," Evelyn responded, bowing gracefully to both of us.

Evelina furrowed her brows in confusion. "Why?" she inquired, her concern evident in her eyes.

Evelyn took a step back, creating a respectful distance. "I just want to say a few things. I promise I won't come close or touch the king," she assured us, her tone sincere and earnest. "I won't get any closer than this," she added.

Both Evelina and I exchanged glances once again, sharing our curiosity and slight apprehension about this unexpected encounter. My gaze returned to Evelyn. "Does Naganthor know that you want to talk to me?" I asked, my interest piqued by the knowledge of Prince Naganthor's role in this matter.

Evelyn nodded gently. "He knows, Your Majesty," she confirmed.

Evelina, concerned about her father, asked, "What about Father?"

Evelyn turned to Evelina and gently shook her head from side to side. "You know, it's impossible to get his permission. I'm adopted after all," she said with a touch of sadness in her voice.

I couldn't help but interject, "This is not about being adopted or not. You should speak your mind, Evelyn, at least so there are no misunderstandings."

Evelyn cast her gaze downwards, her silver hair partially veiling her face. “I understand what you mean, Your Majesty. But my father won't give me that chance, and this is the only opportunity I have to talk to you. I can't be sure when or if we'll meet again," she implored.

I was left in contemplative silence, and it was clear that Evelyn's plea had stirred a sense of sympathy within me. This situation seemed to perplex Evelina as well.

After a moment of reflection, I made a decision. “Fine, we can talk. But…” I called forth my inventory using my Dimensional Ring and extracted a crystal from it. This crystal, much like a modern-day camera recorder, was imbued with magical properties. “I will record our conversations and any interactions with this.”