Page 14 of Courting the Dragon Prince

And what would his cock be like? Big? Thick?

Luther shifted in his chair as his dick perked up.

What was Luther doing ogling the man? He despised him.

He suppressed a sigh. This was what happened when you got no sleep and had been befuddled by shimex mushroom dust. Luther’s brain had completely forgotten that he couldn’t stand the sight of Warden Onyx.

Then again, they were getting married. And consummating the marriage was required in order to seal it. Maybe Luther should try to get something good out of this marriage. Everything else would be shit. An orgasm or two might make it mildly less so.

“I would suggest that certain preparations be made for the ceremony.” Warden Flint, who was Warden Onyx’s uncle, sat beside his nephew.

But where was Warden Onyx’s mother, the grand warden of the Grey Mountains? She was in attendance at this assembly. Luther was pretty sure of that. Shouldn’t she be the one arranging her son’s marriage?

Come to think of it, he had a vague feeling he’d heard his father talking about the grand warden with Luther’s siblings. But he couldn’t remember what he’d said about her.

“Considering the attack that took place at the last wedding, it would be wise to be ready should something similar occur.” Warden Flint looked along the table.

Several nodded in agreement.

“I think that would be a good idea. We do not want a repeat of the events that took place at my son’s wedding,” Queen Azalea of Botanial said, referring to the marriage between Prince Ash Rosewood and Lord Barrett Morton.

Luther had actually fought alongside Lord Barrett during the war. He was a decent fellow, and they’d always gotten along. Barrett was also Luther’s half-brother, one of his father’s illegitimate children.

Luther and several others had competed against Barrett for Prince Ash’s hand in marriage at the beginning of the assembly. If Luther had won, he would have been married to Prince Ash and wouldn’t be engaged to Warden Onyx now.

Still, Luther was happy for Barrett. He seemed besotted with Prince Ash.

“A very prudent measure, Warden Flint,” the grand monk said. Then he gestured to Luther’s father. “King Alaric raised a similar idea with me earlier. He suggested several guards be placed outside the ceremony chamber at all the doors leading in.

“And I have spoken with the grand shield about this.” The grand monk indicated down the table to where several monks sat. Unlike the other monks, the grand shield wore armour with a beige surcoat over it. A dove had been sewn onto the fabric of the surcoat. The grand shield was the head of the warrior monks.

Sometimes these monks were called warrior doves, often with derision. After all, how effective could these warrior monks be? As far as Luther knew, they were an army of monks who protected the White Monastery and defended the non-warrior monks when they travelled. He doubted they’d ever been properly bloodied and battle tested.

Still, the warrior doves might be effective against a handful of bandits. But could they really face a proper attack?

Although now that Luther thought about it, he knew some had joined the monastic order after fighting in the war. But Luther had no idea if they’d joined the normal monks or the warrior monks. In fact, Luther had heard that one of his cousins had joined the monkhood.

The grand shield sat tall with a slight upward tilt to her chin. “Our warrior monks will be outside the ceremony chamber and on the lookout for any attack.”

“I can also provide some soldiers from Draconia to assist your warrior monks,” King Alaric said to the grand shield, “to ensure that the ceremony goes forth undisturbed.”

“We would also like to provide some Grey Mountains soldiers,” Warden Flint added.

The grand shield’s expression remained neutral. After several seconds, she nodded slightly. “That will be most welcome.”

Luther couldn’t tell if she was offended or not by King Alaric and Warden Flint’s lack of faith in the warrior doves’ ability to defend against potential attacks during the wedding ceremony.

But would someone really try to stop Warden Onyx and Luther from getting married?

Under other circumstances, Luther might welcome someone hindering their nuptials, but not if it meant interfering with this treaty. Luther did not want the kingdoms to return to war. He was done fighting.

King Alaric turned his gaze to the grand monk. “What about magical interference? Have you decided on the best way to stop that?”

“I have. We will place wards so that magic cannot be cast within the ceremony chamber.” The grand monk paused. “Except for our own magic, of course.” He smiled at Warden Onyx and then Luther. “We need to use our magic for the marriage contract to be truly binding.”

“Of course,” King Alaric said.

“Do Prince Luther and I need to do anything to prepare for the ceremony?” Warden Onyx lowered his thick brows. “I mean, do we need to prepare in a different way than we would for a typical marriage ceremony?”