"Eh!?" Drayken’s loud, stunned voice reverberated through the library.
"You brat, did you forget your own wedding day?" The old man’s brows twitched. "Do you need a good beating to knock some sense into you?"
"Of course I didn’t." Drayken rose from the study table, several books toppled off it from the slightest movement.
"I was just about to get ready."
"Then get ready!" the old man roared, spit flying through the air, his voice almost a terrifying growl.
"If you disappoint my granddaughter, I’ll end you, chosen one or not!"
"Yes!" Drayken immediately straightened, back stiff, almost saluting on the spot.
He had been so focused on spells over the past week that time had become a blurry mess.
Without wasting another moment, he rushed out, shifting into his majestic dragon form before soaring into the skies.
The old man watched Drayken’s departing figure with narrowed eyes.
"I hope there won’t be any trouble," he muttered. "Or I’ll have to come out of seclusion myself."
***
Drayken soared through the skies, his gaze sweeping over the grand celebration unfolding below, an occasion of joy for every dragonkin.
Smiles lit up the faces of all who took part. Every corner was illuminated, vibrant with festivity, and even the servants moved with tireless dedication, as if it were their own daughter getting married, not just the princess.
"I gotta say, the dragons have a unity that humans will likely never achieve," Drayken sighed, a trace of pity in his voice.
As he flew ahead, other dragons took to the skies as well, bowing in respect the moment they saw him.
Drayken returned the gesture with a solemn nod of his majestic dragon head.
Soon, Drayken landed at his residence and was greeted almost immediately by his dragon maids.
The twin sisters welcomed him with bright smiles, their excitement practically written across their faces.
"Why are you two so excited? Is this your wedding or something?" Drayken asked with curiosity.
"No, young maste- young lord," Rin corrected herself with a giggle. "Today is a momentous occasion. The future Dragon King has finally been decided. It’s a celebration for the entire dragon race." A mysterious glint sparkled in her eyes as she looked at him.
"Who is it?" Drayken asked, making a completely clueless expression.
Hearing that, both Rin and Lin pouted in unison. Obviously, he was the one who would become the Dragon King, yet here he was, acting as if he had no idea.
Drayken chuckled inwardly.
Watching the two maids so full of joy was more amusing to him than anything else and they were cute, too. The fact that they were twins only added to their charm.
"It’s you," Lin squeaked softly.
Drayken raised an eyebrow. It was the first time he had heard her speak; she was usually too shy, leaving most of the talking to Rin.
"Time is passing quickly, young lord. We should get you dressed," Rin said hastily, glancing at the clock.
"Alright." Drayken nodded. He didn’t want to keep his bride waiting.
Without further delay, he entered his residence and began getting dressed.
With the help of his two maids, it only took a moment for Drayken to be fully dressed.
He wore golden robes adorned with an intricate dragon pattern embroidered across the fabric.
His long sleeves fluttered in the breeze, and his broad wings stretched high, adding to his imposing presence.
His crimson hair flowed freely behind him, only in his lightning form would it spike up and turn pure white.
Even his tails exuded majesty.
He truly looked like royalty among dragons.
Drayken examined himself in the mirror and gave a small nod of approval.
Behind him, the twin maids blushed, a pink tint spreading across their cheeks as they gazed at him with shy admiration.
"Young lord, you look... handsome," Rin said softly, almost shy herself.
"Really?" Drayken asked, tilting his head.
"Yeah," she said, rolling her eyes—it was stating the obvious.
"Okay," Drayken said, then turned to the two maids. freewёbnoνel.com
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