Dragon King's Harem Chapter 314. Afternoon Tea I
On the other side of the palace.
The ladies gathered in the parlor, a cozy room filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers. Plush velvet chairs lined the space, offering comfort to anyone who needed it. The room was designed for indulgence—everything about it scread luxury. Tables were loaded with all sorts of treats—candied fruits, honey cakes, pastries that looked too delicate to touch, yet there they were. Crystal bowls overflowed with nuts and berries, their vivid colors standing out against the dark wood furniture.
In the center of it all, a steaming pot of tea sat on a low table. The scent was a mix of herbs and spices, the special blend of the castle's tea master—soone who guarded their recipes as carefully as the kingdom's treasure. Delicate porcelain cups, decorated with intricate designs, were ready and waiting for soone to pick them up.
"Your Majesty is surely busy," Jyne declared, plopping down on one of the plush sofas with an audible huff. Her fingers clutched a delicate teacup, the fragrant steam curling around her face. They had hoped for a leisurely afternoon tea with the king, but duty called him back.
Sela chid in. "He is a king. We shouldn't complain about that." Her words carried a note of caution.
Jyne shot a glance at Evelina, who lounged beside her. "You are lucky because you can spend ti with him," she teased, a touch of envy coloring her words.
Evelina's eyes crinkled at the corners as she admitted, "Yes. And I feel grateful for that." A faint smile played on her lips.
Sela, indulging in a slice of cake with practiced elegance, chid in, "Evelina has been waiting for His Majesty for a very long ti. I think that is normal for her." Her words were accompanied by a knowing nod. The fork in her hand conveyed the cake from plate to mouth.
Marissa, sitting with a casual lean, interjected, shaking her head. "I wouldn't be as patient as you, Evelina."
Jyne suddenly diverted the conversation in a whimsical direction. "I wonder what His Majesty's face looks like when he sleeps." The room fell into a montary hush.
"Haven't you seen it before?" Sela asked, turning to Jyne.
Jyne shook her head. "Not in his hibernation stage," she admitted, taking a thoughtful sip of her tea. "I an, normally he does sleep, but I know he doesn't really sleep. He always has his guard up," she explained.
"His hibernation stage is the sa as how he sleeps," Evelina interjected with a note of nostalgia, her eyes wandering to a point beyond the elegant walls of the parlor. "It's just that he didn't open his eyes no matter for a long ti. The palace feels empty without him," she added, her voice carrying a wistful undertone.
A somber silence settled in the room. Jyne leaned forward, her expression one of contemplation. "It's strange, isn't it? Knowing that he's there, but not really there. Like a slumbering giant, guarding the realm even in his dreams."
Evelina nodded, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the delicate handle of her teacup. "Sotis, I sit by his side and just watch. Wondering what dreams fill the king's mind, what battles he fights when his eyes are sealed shut."
Marissa, who had been quietly listening, spoke up, her voice a re whisper in the tapestry-adorned room. "I guess it's the burden of the crown, the price of being a ruler. Always vigilant, even in the quietest monts."
"Luckily those tis are over," Sela added gratefully, her eyes reflecting the relief of a shared burden lifted.
"Yes," Evelina agreed, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Anyway, why doesn't Glasha want to join us?" Marissa decided to steer the conversation in a lighter direction.
“She said she wasn't interested in chatting,” Jyne answered with a huff, accompanied by a casual shrug.
"His Majesty took her because of political reasons; we can't bla her," Evelina gently reminded them, her tone holding a thread of understanding.
Marissa leaned back, a contemplative look on her face. "It's a tricky ga, isn't it? Being a part of this world. You never really get to choose your company."
"Sela, don't get it. His Majesty spared her life; wouldn't it be better if she behaved better?" Sela pondered, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
"Also, His Majesty is a fine man. I an, how many kings are there who are handso, young, strong, powerful, and wise like him?" Jyne chid in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Don't forget how he behaves. He's prideful but can be sweet sotis. You know, so kings look stiff and treat their wives only as breeding tools," she added, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Exactly!" Sela exclaid, nodding in agreent.
"For a warrior, sotis dying in honor is better than being the enemy’s prisoner," Evelina offered, her words carrying solemn wisdom, as if she had glimpsed into the complexities of Glasha's mind.
Marissa countered, "She is now her enemy's wife, not a prisoner."
"That's worse. Let her take her ti to calm herself down," Evelina insisted, her voice gentle yet firm.
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