Dragon King's Harem Chapter 560. Let’s Go Watch a Wedding
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 560. Let’s Go Watch a Wedding
The hallway outside already smelled like expensive perfume, polished stone, metal oil, flowers, and stress.
A lot of stress.
Dwarven soldiers stood almost everywhere now. Heavier armor than yesterday. More patrols too. Their eyes followed every movement carefully, not openly hostile, but alert enough that even breathing too suspiciously might get someone questioned.
Yeah.
Durharn really was spiraling into paranoia mode.
Not ideal right before a wedding.
The moment we stepped out, a familiar figure straightened from beside the corridor wall.
Almeric.
Monocle in place.
Dark formal robes perfectly adjusted.
Hair tied neatly.
Expression composed.
And somehow…
He looked completely normal.
Which was terrifying considering this man spent last night infiltrating a political assassination plot.
“Good morning, Your Majesty,” he said smoothly.
Professional mode.
No “I almost died but slayed while doing it.”
Just calm.
Collected.
Royal magician behavior.
I narrowed my eyes slightly at him as we started walking.
“You seem like you slept well.”
Al adjusted his gloves lightly while falling into step beside me.
“Yes,” he replied calmly. “I did.”
A short pause.
“Except for the moans and groans coming from your room.”
The girls instantly froze.
I closed my eyes briefly.
‘This bastard.’
Evelina immediately looked away trying not to laugh.
Marissa covered her mouth.
Meanwhile, Sela’s soul visibly left her body.
“It was for the mission,” she muttered weakly.
“Of course,” Al replied politely.
Too politely.
That somehow made it worse.
We continued walking through the palace halls while servants and dwarven nobles moved around us in waves. Decorations covered almost every pillar now, gold, gemstones, flowers woven through carved stonework.
Beautiful setup for a disaster.
“I got a singer last night,” Al added casually.
That caught my attention immediately.
Oh?
He continued calmly.
“She sang a nice song and delivered some snacks.”
My brows slowly rose.
“It helped me sleep better.”
I stared at him for a second.
Then slowly… A smirk pulled at my mouth.
“Well, well.”
Al glanced sideways slightly.
Dangerous move.
Because now I was interested.
“Do you like her?”
Marissa immediately looked between us.
Evelina blinked.
Sela recovered from emotional death just enough to squint suspiciously.
Meanwhile Al?
Barely reacted.
Impressive control, honestly.
“I appreciate her effort,” he answered calmly.
I folded my arms while walking.
“Oh?” I dragged the word out slightly. “Appreciate her effort?”
“Yes.”
“Interesting wording.”
“Thank you.”
He adjusted his monocle lightly.
No crack in expression.
This man could survive torture interrogation.
I clicked my tongue softly. “First time I hear you mention a woman voluntarily.”
“It was relevant information.”
“Very suspicious.”
Al sighed softly through his nose.
That tiny sigh was the biggest emotional reaction I’d gotten from him all morning.
“You are overthinking this, Your Majesty.”
Absolutely not.
If anything I wasn’t overthinking enough.
Because now my brain immediately started imagining some poor dwarf girl accidentally falling for the dangerous witch magician infiltrator who probably complimented her once.
That sounded exactly like something Al would accidentally do.
Marissa leaned slightly closer toward me. “Do you think it’s real?”
I whispered back quietly, “I think Al accidentally rizzed someone during espionage.”
“I HEARD THAT.”
“Good.”
Al pinched the bridge of his nose briefly before lowering his hand again.
“Can we focus on surviving the wedding first before discussing my nonexistent romantic life?”
Nonexistent.
Not impossible.
Just nonexistent.
Right now.
I smirked harder. “See? That wording again.”
“Your Majesty.”
“Oh, he’s stressed now.” Sela finally snorted softly beside us despite herself.
The corridor opened wider as we descended toward the main ceremonial levels of the palace. More guards appeared the closer we got. Some dwarven nobles walked past us too, dressed in elaborate formal wear layered with gems and metalwork.
A few greeted us politely.
Others looked nervous.
And some?
Some looked like they already sensed something wrong but didn’t know what.
Yeah.
That feeling was spreading.
People weren’t stupid.
They just ignored instincts when politics got involved.
A familiar warmth brushed against my senses.
Phoenix fire mana.
Elegant.
Sharp.
I looked up.
And there she was.
Seraphel walked toward us from the opposite corridor surrounded by several attendants from the Bird Tribe.
Okay.
Yesterday she looked dangerous.
Today?
She looked like a royal disaster waiting to happen.
Her dress carried deep ember-red tones layered with gold patterns resembling burning feathers. Elegant but sharp. The fabric shimmered subtly every time she moved, almost like fire hiding under silk.
Her hair was partially tied back today, exposing more of her neck and shoulders.
Very unfair.
And clearly intentional.
Even the dwarven guards nearby looked nervous making eye contact with her.
Good survival instinct.
I stepped forward slightly as our groups approached each other. “Good morning.”
Seraphel’s gaze shifted toward me immediately. “Morning.”
Short.
Controlled.
But I noticed the tiny pause before answering.
I smiled faintly. “You look more beautiful today.”
Silence.
Al immediately looked away.
Marissa visibly tried not to grin.
Evelina looked deeply entertained.
Meanwhile, Seraphel stared at me for exactly two seconds too long.
Then finally…
“You say dangerous things very casually.”
I shrugged. “Only honest things.”
That earned the faintest narrowing of her eyes.
Not annoyed.
Not pleased either.
Just aware.
One of her attendants glanced between us nervously like they were trying to figure out whether this was political diplomacy or flirting.
The answer was unfortunately both.
Seraphel crossed one arm lightly beneath her chest. “And you seem very relaxed this morning.”
I smiled lazily. “Terrified internally.”
Marissa immediately nodded. “True.”
Seraphel’s lips twitched slightly.
Tiny.
Almost invisible.
But there.
Victory.
“I assume preparations are complete?” she asked quietly.
Al answered this time. “As complete as possible under current circumstances.”
Meaning “Everything is terrible but manageable”.
She understood immediately.
Her gaze briefly flicked toward Sela and Marissa too.
Sharp woman.
Always observing.
Then back to me.
“Still planning to enjoy the celebration as intended?” she asked smoothly.
There it was.
The kind of sentence only rulers used.
Polite on the surface.
Dangerous underneath.
I chuckled softly.
“That depends entirely on how exciting the hosts decide to make the event.”
“Reasonable.”
The attendants around her looked increasingly stressed by this conversation.
Because from their perspective the Dragon King and Phoenix Queen were casually discussing assassination possibilities in the hallway before breakfast.
Normal royal activities.
I glanced ahead toward the grand ceremonial corridor leading deeper into the palace.
Bright lights.
Music.
Crowds were beginning to gather.
The performance stage before the real performance.
I exhaled softly.
Then smiled again.
“Well,” I muttered. “Let’s go watch a wedding.”