Page 4 of Courting the Dragon Prince
No doubt he can also bury people alive beneath them.
Luther’s fingers spasmed.
Warden Onyx was also clearly an uptight jerk with a massive stick up his arse.
Or, more likely, a massive rock.
A snicker escaped Luther.
Warden Onyx’s strong brows drew lower.
Why was Warden Onyx’s face fuzzy? Why was everything moving around so much?
Am I swaying? Fuck! I really am drunk.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
I just have to get through this announcement. Then I can find a quiet place to vomit away from everyone. Then Father won’t be angry. Then I won’t have let my king, my family, and my kingdom down.
Ever since they’d met, Warden Onyx’s disdain for Luther had been so abundantly clear.
Luther wasn’t sure what he’d done to piss the earth elemental off. Sure, they’d been literal enemies, their kingdoms at war with each other. Perhaps they’d even fought each other on the battlefield. But they were here to make peace!
Since he’d arrived at the assembly at the White Monastery, Luther had pulled himself together as best he could. He’d turned on his dazzling personality and been as delightful as he could be. And whilst that seemed to have worked with many from the other enemy kingdoms, Warden Onyx was apparently immune to his appeal. He appeared almost angry when Luther tried to be charming.
It’s almost like he sees straight through all the bullshit to my true self.
As a result, Luther had done his best to avoid the earth elemental.
Then, a few days ago, his father had told him that he’d marry Warden Onyx. Luther opened his eyes and stared at Warden Onyx’s sturdy black boots. Bile stung his throat.
Since then, he’d been getting sloshed, or more sloshed than usual. Usually, he could keep it together at public events. But not the past few days.
And definitely not tonight.
Fuck. I should have stopped drinking earlier.
A buzzing rang in his ears as the grand monk jabbered on. “Their union will mark the second marriage that will seal the peace treaty. Peace for all is?—”
Luther tuned out the grand monk as he tried to quell his turbulent gut. He pressed his lips tightly together. He should not have eaten that mutton stew. Or the two thick slices of meat pie. Both had been far too greasy and did not mix well with the brandy and wine and whatever the fuck else he’d drunk earlier.
Maybe I should hurl on Warden Onyx.
Luther chuckled at the thought.
Warden Onyx’s frown deepened.
What was wrong with Warden Onyx’s face, anyway? Did he always look so severe? So stern? So serious?
The man needed a good fucking.
And since I’m marrying him, I’ll have to be the one to do that.
Under other circumstances, Luther might not mind.
Warden Onyx stood taller and broader than Luther, and Luther himself was rather tall and broad. His betrothed’s strong features might be considered attractive, if he didn’t glare so much. The deep pools of his eyes, so dark, almost like the colour of onyx itself, were something a lover could definitely lose themselves in.
And those big, strong hands. He remembered Warden Onyx’s grip. Those hands would be perfect for holding a lover in place whilst he fucked him hard, deep, and fast.
