Dragon King's Harem Chapter 287. The Witch Tribe's Delegation I
Night had settled over the palace. The soldiers had finally found so rest, and my wives had retired to their chambers.
But for , the night was far from over. While everyone else drifted into dreams, I found myself at my desk, staring at a stack of docunts piled high. The king's responsibility never really took a break, and the paperwork was a reminder that there was always sothing to be done.
With a slight frown, I sifted through reports, scanning for anything that needed urgent attention. The recent festivities had been a nice distraction, but now, in the stillness of night, it was back to business. I’d even managed to chat briefly with the pri minister earlier, just to make sure everything had been running smoothly while I was away.
I leaned back for a mont, my eyes wandering to the view outside the window. The empire looked peaceful, thriving under my rule, but my mind was a storm of thoughts. One of the most pressing was an upcoming visit to the Healer tribe—a trip that’d take a few days, minimum.
I sighed, feeling a pang of nostalgia for my old, simpler life. "Tis like this… I miss those lazy days," I thought to myself, just as a soft knock on the door broke through my thoughts.
“Your Majesty, may I co in?” Al’s voice carried a respectful, almost urgent tone.
“Co in,” I replied, curious to hear what he had to say.
Al stepped in. He gave a quick bow, and without wasting ti, got straight to the point.
“Apologies for disturbing you, Your Majesty. I need to talk to you about the Witch King.”
Al’s usual relaxed deanor was replaced by a seriousness that instantly put on alert. This was no small matter.
“Go on,” I prompted, ready for whatever he had to say.
“He sent a delegation while you were away fighting the orcs,” Al began, his tone steady. “Sa proposal as before—he asked about your condition and suggested making his youngest daughter your wife.”
I steepled my fingers, letting his words sink in. The Witch King’s motives were as clear as they were predictable. He’d been playing this ga for a while, always looking for an alliance through marriage. This move was strategic, and he clearly saw his daughter as another pawn to use for his advantage.
“Where is he now?” I asked, eting Al’s gaze.
“He left two days ago,” Al replied, his voice calm. “His delegation heard about your victory over the orcs and minotaurs, so I assu they’re reporting back. I wouldn’t be surprised if he plans to visit soon.”
I sighed. The Witch King’s sches were an ongoing ga of political chess, and I was all too familiar with the dance.
“Right… more trouble,” I muttered, the thought of future negotiations weighing on already.
“How’s your investigation going?” I asked, shifting the conversation to the bigger picture. “Any idea what his real intentions are?”
Al’s expression was steady, though I could tell he was carefully choosing his words. “All signs point to him needing a strong alliance. Things are tense back in his kingdom.”
I nodded, taking in the implications. Politics in royalty were always layered, and every alliance or decision had its reasons hidden beneath the surface.
“The king’s wife passed from illness,” Al continued, his gaze sharpening. “And his brother-in-law has pulled back his family’s support. You rember how influential that family is?”
“Yes,” I replied, understanding the gravity of it. Support from powerful families could an the difference between keeping a throne and facing a rebellion.
“Other smaller families have also withdrawn their support,” Al added. “He’s in a tough spot and needs stability in a big way.”
“So… he’s trying to use to secure his position?” I asked, the realization sinking in.
Al gave a slight nod, his expression laced with just a hint of amusent. “Exactly. Sothing like that.”
“The real question is, can we trust this information?” I murmured, glancing down at the floor as I considered our options.
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