ALL NOVEL Chapter 283. The Dragon King’s Return III
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 283. The Dragon King's Return III
Glasha hesitated for a moment before raising her hand in response to the cheers around her. Her wave was awkward, like she wasn’t sure how to react to all the attention. Even though she was trying to play the part of the dragon king’s wife, her face stayed completely expressionless, hiding any sign of joy.
I leaned in and whispered, "Smile, Glasha." It wasn’t a command, just a suggestion to help her fit in. I knew this was all new for her, and overwhelming too, but in the world of dragons and royalty, appearances were everything.
Glasha took a deep breath, summoning the strength to force a smile. It didn’t come naturally, and it was obvious it took effort. Still, she understood the importance of it in this strange new world she was now part of.
Once her lips curved up into a strained smile, the crowd’s whispers grew louder. Every eye was on her, judging her every move. The curiosity and speculation were thick in the air.
“Who’s she?” someone whispered nearby.
“She’s the orc princess, the dragon king’s new wife,” came the awed reply.
“But why does she look so unhappy? Shouldn’t she be thrilled to be with him?” another person questioned, clearly puzzled.
The whispers swirled around Glasha, their eyes prying, and there was no escaping it.
The carriage finally stopped at the grand entrance of the dragon’s palace. The crowd quieted down as everyone held their breath, waiting for us to step out.
A servant hurried forward, offering Glasha his hand to help her out of the carriage, but she shook her head, determined to show she didn’t need help. She stepped out on her own, standing tall.
The palace guards were lined up in perfect formation, looking sharp in their regal uniforms. They bowed as we approached, showing their respect.
“Welcome back, Your Majesty! Congratulations on your victory!” they greeted us in unison.
A long red carpet was rolled out, leading us into the palace. It stretched ahead of us, luxurious and inviting, marking the path for us to walk.
We stepped out. My other wives — Jyne, Sela, and Marissa — were waiting with open arms. Sela’s eyes sparkled with happiness as she rushed to me, hugging me tightly. "Sela is so glad you're home safe, Your Majesty," she whispered, her voice full of relief and love.
Jyne was next, wrapping me in a joyful hug. "You did it! I knew you would," she said with a proud smile. "I’m so proud of you."
Marissa bowed gracefully. "Congratulations, my king," she said, her tone warm and sincere.
After they greeted me, they turned to Evelina, who had been by my side during the entire journey. "Evelina," Sela said with a soft smile, "It’s good to see you back safely."
Evelina smiled back, grateful. "Thank you. It was thanks to our king’s leadership that we won," she said.
Then, their attention shifted to Glasha, who was standing a little behind me. Their eyes immediately caught the bride’s mark on her neck, a clear sign that she was now one of my wives.
Jyne couldn’t help but ask, "And who are you?" Her tone was polite, but the curiosity was obvious.
Glasha, however, didn’t meet Jyne’s gaze. She looked off to the side, clearly uncomfortable with all the attention. Her silence said a lot, and Jyne exchanged a glance with Sela, who stood beside her.
Sela nudged Jyne gently and pointed toward Glasha’s wrist, where the magic bracelet was still visible. The subtle gesture was enough for Jyne to understand—Glasha was not just a wife but also a political prisoner.
Jyne gave a small nod, acknowledging the complexity of the situation. Marissa, quietly observing, seemed to catch on too but remained composed and calm.
Glasha stood silently, staring off into the distance, lost in thought. Her dual role — bride and prisoner — was evident in the way her brows furrowed slightly.
"Let’s continue this inside," I suggested, leading the way to the palace’s grand entrance.
Glasha followed closely, her guard still up but visibly more relaxed now that we were out of the public eye.
Once we entered the palace, Sarah was waiting at the door with a warm smile. "Welcome back, Your Majesty," she greeted me, giving a quick nod to Glasha as well. "The food’s ready, or would you like to freshen up with a shower first?"
I paused for a second before deciding. "I’ll eat first. It’s been a long journey, and I’d like to share a meal with my wives."
Sarah nodded, understanding. "Of course, Your Majesty. Right this way," she said, motioning for us to follow her.
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