Dragon King's Harem Chapter 305. Impolite I

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 305. Impolite I

We ambled through the vibrant garden, a sight unfolded before me that I had rarely witnessed in Evelina. She wore an expression of unadulterated excitement, her features alive with a childlike enthusiasm that illuminated her face. Her eyes sparkled with an inner light, a fervor I hadn't often seen in her.

It struck me that, despite being her husband, there was so much I didn't know about her. Our lives had been consumed by the responsibilities of ruling, by the weight of leadership, by the intricacies of court politics. I knew the roles they played in our realm, but there was a distance between our public personas and the intimacy of personal revelations. Each of my wives brought their unique qualities into my life, but I often found myself ignorant of the simplest aspects of their individualities.

Evelina's demeanor was a testament to this realization. I saw a side of her that extended beyond her role as my wife, a facet of her life that she had carried with her since before our paths had converged. It wasn't just her role as a healer, but her personal joys, her favored retreats, the intricacies of her daily existence that I had never fully explored.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at this revelation. It was a reminder that amidst the demands of being the Dragon King and the complexities of managing a growing harem, I had allowed these precious opportunities for a deeper connection to slip away.

This moment was a stark reminder that I needed to make an effort, not just with Evelina but with all my wives. I should know their favorite foods, their cherished places, the moments that sparked their truest smiles. My responsibilities as a king were vast, but so was my responsibility to nurture and strengthen these personal connections.

As we strolled beneath the green canopies, Evelina's perceptive gaze didn't miss the shift in my expression. With a soft, concerned smile, she inquired, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Her eyes held a mix of curiosity and genuine care.

I shook my head slightly, my thoughts like scattered fragments. "It's nothing," I began, but then reconsidered. She was my wife, and she deserved my honesty. I let out a small sigh and continued, "It's just that... I realized there's so much I don't know about you or my other wives."

Her fingers entwined with mine, offering comfort and support. She leaned in closer, those pools of wisdom in her eyes seeking a connection. "You don't need to feel bad," she whispered. "Our lives are woven with the intricate threads of responsibility, and sometimes, the personal aspects get overshadowed by our roles."

I traced a gentle path with my fingers near her tiara, and her hair settled beneath my touch. The thought weighed on me, and I shared it, "It's just that you accompany me, yet I only know snippets of your life, your dreams, your desires."

Evelina smiled, her eyes gleaming with warmth and understanding. "My dear husband," she began, "your role is demanding, your responsibilities immense. You carry the fate of our kingdom on your shoulders. Our lives are intertwined with the monarchy, but that doesn't mean you can't delve into the personal, too."

She paused for a moment, her gaze holding mine. "If you wish to know more about me, about us, then let's find those moments. I'm here, always, and I want you to know me, just as I want to know you."

Evelina's smile was like a radiant sunbeam breaking through the forest's canopy. Her eyes filled with an affectionate glimmer, and without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around me, embracing me with a tenderness that transcended words. Her warmth enveloped me.

She began to speak softly, her voice a gentle murmur against my ear. "One thing for sure, we understand, all of us who share your life as your wives. We knew when we chose this path that being a king's wife is both an honor and a formidable task. It's not just about romance; it's about assisting you in your duties, shouldering the weight of the realm together."

She paused, her breath warm against my skin. "We know you have countless obligations, and sometimes, we'll have less of your time. But I want you to understand, to remember, that our feelings for you remain unwavering, our love unaltered by the passing of time."

Her words resonated deeply within me, and a soft "thank you" was all I could offer in return. My fingers traced the silken strands of her long hair, and I realized, in this moment, the depth of the bond we shared, built not just on passion but on unwavering commitment and an understanding that transcended words.

When Evelina and I stood there, wrapped in our affectionate embrace, my instincts, honed by the centuries of being a dragon, nudged me to be aware of an unseen presence. A faint prickle at the back of my neck hinted that someone was watching us. My eyes subtly shifted toward the direction from which the gaze emanated, the parlor room's balcony.

I didn't want to make it apparent, so I merely tilted my head slightly and casually glanced in that direction. There, beneath the gentle twilight, I spotted Prince Naganthor and Evelyn. They stood apart, seemingly alone, engrossed in an animated conversation. Their focus, however, was not on each other; rather, it was on Evelina and me.

It was apparent that Elixar had orchestrated this rendezvous, perhaps in an attempt to foster a connection between his daughter and the serpent prince. Despite this, their concentration was repeatedly drawn back to us, making it evident that their interest lay more in observing our interactions than engaging in their own discourse.

I gently released myself from Evelina's affectionate embrace, smiling down at her as I pretended not to notice the curious gazes of Prince Naganthor and Evelyn.

"Evelina," I began, "I find myself a tad thirsty. How about you fetch me a refreshing drink? Something delightful for a pleasant garden stroll, perhaps?"

Evelina's eyes sparkled as she nodded in agreement. "Of course, Your Majesty. Please wait here, I'll be back in a moment with a lovely beverage for you."

With a soft and affectionate smile, she left me standing in the garden, her light steps disappearing behind a trellis of fragrant roses.