Dragon King's Harem Chapter 259. The Twins II (Patreon)

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 259. The Twins II

Burz’s PoV

Burz’s eyes never left the bracelet. "I had a feeling something was holding you back, Glasha. And I was right," he said, his voice full of concern. "I know that you would rather die than submit to your enemy."

Glasha's eyes flickered with emotion at Burz's words, and she nodded in agreement. "You know me well, brother," she said softly. "I would never betray our people or our family."

Burz took a deep breath, his focus turning back to the bracelet. "I will find a way to free you from this," he said, his voice resolute. "I promise you, I will not rest until you are free."

Since Glasha had this bracelet, Burz decided not to reveal his ambush plan. He didn't know how far the bracelet’s effect would be, so it was better safe than sorry.

Glasha looked at Burz skeptically, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And how do you plan to do that?" she asked, her voice laced with doubt.

Burz sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I don't know yet," he admitted. "But I will try to negotiate with the dragon king for your freedom."

Glasha still looked unconvinced, but Burz continued. "In the meantime," he said, his voice taking on a more casual tone, "I have invited him to a grand feast tonight in honor of his arrival. And he specifically requested that you dance for him."

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at Burz as if he had lost his mind. "Dance for him?" she repeated incredulously. "I will not dance for his entertainment."

Burz held up his hands in a conciliatory gesture. "I know, I know," he said quickly. "But hear me out. If we want to negotiate with him, we need to show him that we are willing to play by his rules. And right now, he holds all the cards. If we refuse his request, we risk angering him and losing any chance we have of negotiating for your freedom."

Glasha objected to Burz's request, her eyes flashing with anger. "Still, I refuse to dance for our enemy," she said firmly. "Even if I am capable of dancing, I will not perform for his amusement."

Burz could see the stubborn set of Glasha's jaw and knew that he had his work cut out for him. "Glasha, please," he said, his voice taking on a pleading tone. "I know it's not ideal, but we need to negotiate for your freedom. And if that means dancing for the dragon king, then we will do it."

Glasha shook her head, her hair whipping around her face. "I understand that," she said, her voice softening slightly. "But you don't know what he's capable of. He's a dragon, for crying out loud."

Burz leaned forward, his eyes locking with Glasha's. "I won't let him hurt you," he said, his voice firm. "I will be there with you every step of the way. And besides, if we want to negotiate for your freedom, we need to show him that we are willing to make concessions."

Glasha's eyes flickered with uncertainty, and Burz knew that he was making progress. "Please, Glasha," he said, his voice taking on a more gentle tone. "Trust me on this. I promise that I will protect you, no matter what."

After a few moments of tense silence, Glasha finally nodded her head slowly. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it. But you better be there with me. I won't do this alone."

Burz nodded at Glasha's agreement, relieved that she had finally relented. "Thank you. I won't let you down," he said, smiling at her.

But then Glasha changed the subject, and Burz could sense the weight of sadness in her voice. "What about the state of the court?" she asked. "What has happened since our father's death?"

Burz's smile faded, and he sighed heavily. "It's been chaos," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "Many of the courtiers are vying for power, and the orcs are divided over who should take the throne. It's been a struggle to keep the peace,” he decided to lie.

Again, Glasha's eyes widened, and Burz could see the concern etched on her face. "Then why did the orcs welcome the dragon king?" she asked. "What happened?"

He let out a deep breath, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "It was a difficult decision," he said, his voice low. "But once we received news of our father's death, we knew that our chances of winning were slim. He had taken most of our soldiers to the battlefield, and we simply couldn't muster the strength to continue fighting."

Due to his explanation, Burz could see the anger flashing in her eyes. "So, we're just going to give up, just like that?" she asked, her voice laced with disdain.

Burz shook his head. "No, we're not giving up," he said firmly. "We're simply taking a different approach. We've decided to pursue a path of peace and negotiation, to try and find a way to unite the clans and stabilize the kingdom without any more bloodshed."

Glasha looked skeptical, her arms crossed over her chest. "And you think the dragon king is the answer?" she asked, her tone challenging.

Burz sighed heavily, his eyes clouded with sadness. "I had no other choice," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "It's a sad choice, but we had to make it for the sake of our tribe. We couldn't risk losing any more of our people in this war. And for now, the dragon king seems to be our best option."

She looked at her brother, her eyes filled with understanding. "I just wish there was another way."

Burz nodded slowly, his expression pensive. "So do I," he said. "But for now, we have to make do with what we have. And we have to trust that the dragon king will keep his word and work with us to bring peace to our lands."

Glasha looked at her brother, a mixture of doubt and hope flickering in her eyes. "Do you really think he will?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Burz hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. "I don't know," he said finally, his voice tinged with uncertainty.