Dragon King's Harem Chapter 303. Serpent Tribe II

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 303. Serpent Tribe II

Prince Naganthor, the Serpent Prince, moved gracefully through the dining hall, his sinuous lower half allowing him to glide with a mesmerizing fluidity. The moment he entered, there was an undeniable aura of regal power that surrounded him.

Approaching Elixar, the Healer King, he executed a deep, respectful bow. Naganthor's demeanor was a seamless blend of confidence and humility. "Your Majesty," he greeted Elixar, his voice carrying a hint of the exotic in its tone.

Elixar, in response, acknowledged him with a nod, a subtle yet profound exchange of respect between two tribal leaders.

Then, Naganthor turned his attention to me, the Dragon King. With the grace of a diplomat, he offered another gracious bow, his multifaceted eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Your Majesty," he spoke, addressing me in a tone that resonated with the wisdom of a ruler who had seen much in his time. He continued, "I must extend my warmest congratulations to you on your triumph over the orcs and Minotaurs. Such accomplishments are not to be taken lightly."

I returned his greeting with a nod and a warm smile, acknowledging his gesture of respect. Our interaction was characterized by a sense of mutual recognition and diplomacy, given the history and ties between our tribes.

During this exchange, Naganthor's eyes briefly flitted towards Evelina. It was a fleeting glance, one filled with intrigue, yet he wisely refrained from any prolonged or inappropriate attention. Such actions were a delicate matter when it came to the royal wives of another leader.

"Please, Prince Naganthor, join us for lunch. We are honored to have you as our guest." Elixar, ever the gracious host, took the initiative and offered Prince Naganthor a seat at our table, inviting him to partake in the meal.

Prince Naganthor took his seat gracefully, his serpentine body curling beneath him as he settled into his chair, a testament to his adaptability and poise. The dining table was adorned with a lavish spread of delicacies from the Healer Tribe's cuisine, each dish reflecting the care and mastery of the tribe's culinary arts.

As we began to partake in the meal, our conversation flowed as naturally as the crystal-clear waters of a mountain stream. Elixar initiated the dialogue. He leaned forward slightly, his expression warm with curiosity. "So, Naganthor," he inquired, "what brings you to our humble abode?” he asked in curiosity.

Prince Naganthor, his demeanor relaxed and open, took a moment to sip from his goblet, the golden liquid gleaming in the soft candlelight. He glanced at Elixar, his eyes a swirl of colors, reminiscent of my original world’s serpent. "Ah," he replied with a genial smile, "this visit is of my own accord, not on behalf of the Serpent Tribe. I came with a personal intention in mind."

Elixar nodded in understanding, acknowledging the prince's independent purpose for the visit. “Mind telling me what it is?” The Healer King had always been an adept diplomat, able to navigate delicate situations with ease.

With a graceful smile, Prince Naganthor shifted his attention to Evelyn. His gaze held a certain warmth, and it was clear he was speaking from a place of genuine interest. "I've heard of the remarkable abilities and strength of Evelyn," he began, his voice tinged with admiration. "And I must admit, I am eager to get to know her better. In fact, if she would allow it, I would be honored to pursue a deeper connection with her, perhaps even the possibility of making her my wife."

Elixar, wise and considerate, turned his attention to his daughter, Evelyn, waiting patiently for her response. His demeanor, as always, was marked by a regal grace and a calm assurance that came with years of leadership.

He spoke softly, the flickering light crystals casting a warm, golden glow across his features. "What do you think, Evelyn?" he inquired, his voice filled with paternal warmth. He recognized the weight of the decision that lay before her.

Evelyn appeared torn. Her delicate features betrayed the turmoil of emotions within her as she contemplated the proposition made by Prince Naganthor.

“This is our first meeting, Father," she began, her words measured and thoughtful. Her eyes searched for guidance. "So, I can't give my opinion just yet," she admitted, her voice revealing the dilemma that had taken root in her heart.

It was a moment of vulnerability for Evelyn, a decision that could significantly impact her future. Her honesty was commendable, for she refused to rush into a life-altering choice without adequate understanding or connection.

Prince Naganthor, displaying a demeanor of both wisdom and understanding, smiled warmly in response to Evelyn's candid admission.

"I can understand that," he replied, his voice a harmonious blend of reassurance. "That's why I would like to get to know you better, Lady Evelyn, with your permission, of course,” he said politely.

Evelyn, still in search of her father's guidance, turned her gaze once more to Elixar. Her eyes silently communicated her need for his blessing and guidance in this matter. She was an adopted princess, after all, so she had to maintain her behavior well. She shouldn’t disappoint the king or bring shame to her own tribe.

Elixar responded with a subtle nod, signaling his approval. His trust in Evelyn's judgment was evident, and his blessing carried the weight of authority.

But then, instead of immediately addressing Prince Naganthor, Evelyn’s gaze briefly shifted to me, an almost imperceptible glance that didn't escape my notice. Her eyes seemed to carry an unspoken message, one that left me with a sense of unease.

Nonetheless, she turned his attention back to Prince Naganthor, offering a diplomatic response that hinted at a desire for further acquaintance. "I, too, hope to get to know you better, Your Highness," she stated, her tone neutral yet courteous.

I couldn't help but furrow my brow. Something about Evelyn's actions and glance left me with a nagging feeling that there was more to this situation than met the eye.