SSS-Rank Harem Sword: My Lustful Life With Legendary Maidens Chapter 126: Two Queens, One King

Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong!

The bells had barely finished their fourth toll when the crowd felt the pressure in the air.

This was an atmospheric shift that warned the arrival of sothing significant.

Conversations died mid-sentence. Food was set down. The dragon guests straightened instinctively, an involuntary collective response to sothing older than manners or ceremony.

Then they appeared.

They ca from opposite sides of the sandalwood platform.

Sapphira arrived from the left.

Her Half-Dragon form carried her bridal dress the way ancient things carry ornantation, as a complent rather than a definition.

Her bridal gown was deep sapphire and silver, cut in the traditional style of dragon noble ceremony, flowing and structural at once.

Her draconic features: the inconspicuous scales along her jaw and temple, the faint luminescence of her sapphire eyes, the regal quality of her bearing that no amount of human tailoring could contain; all of it combined into sothing that stopped the breath before the mind had finished processing what the eyes were seeing.

From the inner rings, one of the elder Dragon Lords turned to the one beside him.

"400 years," he said solemnly. "I have known our Queen for 400 years and I have never seen her look so happy."

The other elder said nothing. He was still looking.

From the human section, the Serath envoy had stopped writing entirely. .

Mariana arrived from the right.

Her Half-Dragon form was different, silver and celestial where Sapphira was deep and oceanic, her Celestial Dragon traits giving her bridal gown an entirely different quality, lighter, cosmos touched.

Her pink hair had been arranged in the traditional dragon noble style by three dragon maids who had spent four hours on the task and considered it ti well spent.

Her silver wings were partially extended, not fully spread but present, framing her in a way that was simultaneously bridal and quietly formidable.

She walked with her chin high and her back straight.

The crowd responded imdiately.

"She is beautiful."

"The human princess, she truly has Superior Dragon blood. Look at that aura."

"Those two together, standing up there. I cannot decide where to look."

"Neither can I."

From the human section, the spectacular eyebrow noble leaned toward his companion.

"The princess. Is that the sa girl who told a room full of ancient dragons that the answer was no?"

"Apparently," his companion replied.

"Good lord," he said, with genuine feeling.

The senior Halveth representative had abandoned all pretense of diplomatic composure and was simply watching with his mouth slightly open.

Dong!

Then the third bell sequence sounded, shorter and deeper than the first, and the crowd turned.

Adonis arrived from the center.

He walked the length of the approach alone, which was the correct decision because anything walking beside him would have been lost entirely in the context of what he was.

His Half-Dragon form in the groom attire of dragon noble ceremony was sothing the crowd processed in stages, each stage producing its own reaction.

First the scale and bearing, the gold and purple of his draconic features, the particular quality of his presence that had been described by those who had felt it as similar to standing near a natural force that had decided to take a direction.

Then the Crown of the Dragon King, settled between his horns with the simple authority of sothing that had been waiting for the right head.

Vexa also floated beside his left shoulder in her spirit form.

She was playfully waving at the crowd.

The dragon guests did not decide to lower their heads. It instinctively happened.

Like a wave moving through the assembled thousands from the inner rings outward, Dragon Lords and elders and ordinary dragons and noble blooded alike, heads dropped one after another in the involuntary recognition of sothing the bloodline knew before the mind caught up.

The human guests watched this with an expression that was caught precisely between curiosity and fear.

"They are all bowing," the junior attaché from Halveth said.

"Yes," the senior representative added.

"It’s a little scary, my lord.

"The stories were not exaggerated at all, were they."

"No. They were not."

"Wouldn’t that an the Fernis Kingdom is finished? And if that happens, there is no guarantee that the dragons will not rise up against humanity and cause a global war. "

The old man turned very serious. "There’s indeed a possibility. We have to pick our sides carefully."

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Orvyn stood at the head of the sandalwood platform in his white robes, surveying the assembled gathering with the tranquil expression of soone watching sothing they calculated would happen arriving on schedule.

When Adonis reached the platform and stepped up to stand between the two won who would beco his queens, Orvyn waited for the gathered silence to reach its fullest depth.

Then he nodded to Sapphira.

She turned to face the crowd, every one of them, dragon and human alike.

She spoke in a domineering voice, using authority of the Dragon Queen to address her people for the last ti as the sole sovereign of this land.

"People of the Dragon Kingdom," her voice bood accross the sanctuary. "You know why we are gathered. You know what this day ans for our race and for our future."

"This man beside is Adonis Kingsbane, Successor of the Progenitor Tiamat, carrier of the boundless will. From this day, he is my husband."

"And your King."

The crowd absorbed this.

Then from sowhere in the outer rings, one voice started it.

"ROAR!"

And ten thousand voices answered. "ROARRRR!"

The sound that rose from that green field beneath the claw shaped mountains was not polite applause or ceremonial cheering.

It was the full, unrestrained draconic roar of an entire race that had been quietly, persistently afraid of its own extinction for a very long ti and had just been given reason to stop being afraid.

It moved through the valley and up the mountain faces and ca back changed, layered with its own echo, and the human guests sat inside that wall of sound and felt it in their chests and their bones and exchanged looks that contained no words because no words were currently adequate.

Sapphira waited for the roar to crest and begin its descent, then raised one hand..

"He will have two Queens today. Mariana Adonis: his first Wife, and first Queen."

Mariana looked back at her.

Sothing passed between them in that look, complicated and honest.

"And , Sapphira Adonis, the second Queen; by choice and by sacrifice, for this race and for this future."

"ROARRRRR!"

The roar that followed the second ti was different from the previous ti.

The first had been relief.

This one was sothing older and deeper and harder to na, the sound of a people recognizing a sacrifice made on their behalf and responding to it from the part of themselves that rembered what it ant to be taken care of.

Vexa drifted forward from Adonis’s shoulder and stopped in front of his face.

"Well, Master," she said, just loud enough for him alone. "How does it feel?"

He looked at the two won standing beside him, at the ten thousand dragons roaring beneath the claw shaped mountains, at the human guests sitting in their fine coats.

"Good," he said. Just a single word. But it expressed his unspeakable conviction.

"Shall we begin?" Orvyn said.

Adonis roared like a King, "ROARRRRRR!"

After him, more roars followed.

"ROAR! ROARRR!"

They were roars of excitent, and roars of hope.

Hope to rise with the Chaos itself.