Page 1 of Courting the Dragon Prince
ChapterOne
Fuck me with a boulder.
Warden Onyx Obsidian, earth elemental and heir to the throne of the Grey Mountains, clenched his teeth. His gaze fixed on Prince Luther, a dragon prince and a man Onyx despised.
And now Prince Luther is my betrothed.
“I take great pleasure in announcing the upcoming nuptials between Prince Luther Drachen of the Kingdom of Draconia and Warden Onyx Obsidian of the Kingdom of the Grey Mountains,” Grand Monk Ferdinand announced from the front of the banquet hall.
Applause broke out from over twenty long oak tables where royalty, nobles, diplomats, and dignitaries from six different kingdoms, as well as the Monks of the Way of the Dove, sat.
Prince Luther, who sat at the head table for Draconia, openly sneered at Onyx, not even trying to hide his disdain in front of everyone. Onyx suppressed the surge of annoyance that rose within him.
It was as if Prince Luther thought he was the only one miserable with their betrothal, like he was the only one being forced to marry someone he loathed.
Onyx didn’t want to marry the dragon prince. For him, it had been hatred at first sight.
The moment he’d set eyes on Prince Luther, he knew the prince was nothing but an arrogant arsehole who didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything but himself. Everything Onyx had seen since only confirmed his first opinion of the repugnant man.
But unlike Prince Luther, Onyx knew how to publicly act with some decorum in the face of adversity. He knew how to keep up appearances and put aside his personal wants for the sake of the peace treaty and for the good of his kingdom.
Prince Luther took out a hip flask, uncorked it, and drank a deep swig, all whilst scowling at Onyx.
What a dick! What a piece of worthless fucking filth!
It was like the only way Prince Luther could get through the announcement of their betrothal was if he was drunk.
Well, fuck him!
Onyx lifted his goblet of wine and took a sip, trying to calm the raging emotions boiling up inside him. At least Onyx knew how todrink without making a bloody spectacle, unlike his future husband.
“Their union will be part of the eight marriages that will contribute to sealing the peace treaty,” the grand monk said.
But Onyx kept his gaze on Prince Luther. The dragon prince took another deep swig from his flask. Onyx’s teeth ground together so hard they creaked.
How dare Prince Luther? Does he really care so little about the peace treaty?
Prince Luther might be from a royal line of dragons, but he acted like a complete and absolute cockhead.
And he will be my husband. Soon, we will be bound together in marriage.
“Prince Luther and Warden Onyx’s marriage will contribute to healing the rifts between Draconia, Botanial, the Grey Mountains, Necros, and the combined Kingdoms of Voltaria and Zephyrias,” the grand monk continued. “It will mark the ending of the war that has ravished these kingdoms for over twenty long years.” He paused. “Please, join me, Your Royal Highnesses.”
Onyx turned towards the grand monk. The grand monk smiled gently at him. Then the grand monk turned and looked at Prince Luther.
Head high, Onyx rose from the head table for the Kingdom of the Grey Mountains. He walked across the stone floor, passing several pillars.
The dragon prince rose too. He swayed slightly.
Onyx’s eyes narrowed.Is he drunk?
Anger burned hot in Onyx’s belly.
Prince Luther is fucking royalty! He should learn to fucking act like it.
But what did Onyx expect? He had heard all about his betrothed.
Although Prince Luther had fought in the war, he had a reputation for not taking responsibility seriously. It was said that he was a flirt, a man who liked to drink, dance, gamble, and fuck. A spoiled prince through and through, with no sense of duty or obligation.
