Page 70 of Courting the Dragon Prince

“You must visit the Grey Mountains. Travelling through the mountains can be difficult for some. But with your ability to fly, no doubt you’ll find it incredibly easy,” Warden Flint said.

“Thank you for the invitation.” Luther’s stepmother smiled. “I would love to see the Grey Mountains and fly above them. Wouldn’t you, dear?”

The king gave a simple nod.

Luther had flown above the Grey Mountains. But that had been for wartime purposes. Best not to bring that up over tea and cake.

Of course, those mountains would soon be his home. Luther gulped down his tea. The servant refilled Luther’s cup. Luther wondered how long he’d have to stay and drink cup after cup of tea.

Luther tuned out the chatter and instead focused on eating the cakes, slices, and pastries to fill his empty belly. He drank more cups of tea. He continued to not look at Onyx.

Finally, after what felt like several lifetimes, the king rose. “Thank you for having us.”

Everyone else placed down their cups, saucers, and plates and stood. With a relieved sigh, Luther did the same.

“Yes. It was truly delightful,” the queen consort said.

“Thank you for taking the time to join us,” Warden Flint said. “We look forward to strengthening our ties further with Draconia. This marriage between Warden Onyx and Prince Luther is just the beginning.”

The grand warden stood. She smiled but didn’t speak. In fact, she’d barely spoken the entire time Luther was here. Which Luther thought a little odd.

It seemed Onyx had his mother’s sparkling and vivacious personality.

Although, sometimes Onyx could be interesting. He’d been interesting last night when he’d been fucking Luther. But now he was back to being an uptight arsehole who glowered at Luther.

As they left the tearoom, the queen consort paused. “Warden Flint, you mentioned yesterday that you had a pin with a rare black opal from the Grey Mountains mines. I’d so love to see it.” She smiled at her husband. “I’ve never seen a black opal before.”

“It would be my pleasure to show you. This way.” Warden Flint gestured down a corridor.

Luther’s father and stepmother followed. But Luther had no interest in seeing opals, no matter how rare. He just wanted to return to his room.

Onyx’s murmured voice caused him to turn back to the tearoom.

The grand warden sat once again. Onyx leaned towards her, speaking to his mother too softly for Luther to hear. But his mother didn’t seem to be paying any attention to Onyx.

She gestured to a servant. “Bring me some more ofmytea.”

Luther frowned. Hadn’t she had her fill of tea? Luther had come in late, and he’d drunk three cups. How much tea did the grand warden drink?

“Mother, what if we first—” Onyx glanced towards Luther, breaking off mid-sentence when he saw Luther watching them. He straightened. After a moment, he walked towards Luther.

Luther turned on his heel and began to stride away. Unfortunately, Onyx followed.

Luther sighed. “Can you give the scowls a rest for one single day? And what have you got to be upset about anyway?” He glanced behind Onyx. They seemed to be out of earshot of Onyx’s mother. And she didn’t seem to be paying them any attention, anyway. “Traditionally, after a good fucking, one’s mood improves.”

Onyx sneered. “Traditionally, you don’t go fuck other people on your wedding night!”

Luther laughed. Was that what Onyx thought? Was that why he’d been so angry? It made more sense than Onyx being upset at Luther for being late to some tea party.

But if Onyx was going to jump to conclusions, Luther wouldn’t bother to correct him. “Well, traditionally you stay on the wedding night after fucking your spouse. You don’t rush off whilst your seed is still dripping from your husband’s hole to go wash his touch from your skin.”

Onyx’s mouth dropped open. “I didn’t … That’s not … Did you … Did you want me to stay last night?”

Luther scoffed. “Of course not.” Why had Luther said that?

Fuck. Luther was too tired, too hung-over, too strung out, and too on edge for this.

He needed to escape before he said something else stupid. “I don’t care what you do!” He folded his arms across his chest. “I just wish you’d stop scowling at me all the time.”