Dragon King's Harem Chapter 289. Departure To The Healer Tribe I (Patreon)

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 289. Departure To The Healer Tribe I

With the passage of the night, Igixar welcomed the arrival of a new day. As the horizon gradually transformed from inky darkness to hues of soft amber and rose, the twin suns began their ascent, casting their dual glow upon the landscape.

As the first beams of sunlight spilled into my quarters, I roused myself from sleep. The luxurious warmth of a bath awaited me. The soothing waters offered a welcome respite, washing away the remnants of the previous day.

Refreshed and invigorated, I prepared to meet with Al to deliberate upon the suitable gift for my impending visit to the healer tribe. In the heart of my chambers, Al and I convened. Amidst the intricate tapestries and sumptuous furnishings, we engaged in earnest conversation, weighing the options for a gift that would resonate with the healer king.

Amidst the array of possibilities, one choice stood out. A massive orc horn, meticulously carved from the rarest green diamonds, emerged as the frontrunner.

Finished with the gift, I sat at the head of the table in my dining room and was flanked by my wives. Before us, an array of dishes was elegantly laid out, each one a testament to the culinary expertise of the palace's chefs.

Evelina, Jyne, Sela, and Marissa occupied their respective seats with grace and poise. Their laughter and animated chatter filled the air, creating a harmonious symphony of voices.  However, amidst the lively ambiance, a notable absence was felt. Glasha.

"Where's Glasha?" I inquired, curiosity tingeing my voice.

Jyne's response carried a note of disappointment. "She said she wants to eat in her room, Your Majesty," she explained. It was evident that Jyne had attempted to coax Glasha into joining us, only to face resistance.

My concern deepened at this revelation. "Is she sick?" I questioned, a hint of worry coloring my tone. Glasha had been through her fair share of trials, and it was crucial to ensure her well-being, especially given her recent ordeals. While she possessed the strength of a warrior, even the fiercest souls could be worn down.

Evelina was quick to offer insight. "I already checked earlier. She's fine," she reassured, her expression softening. "So, it looks like she..."  However, her words were accompanied by a pause, a momentary lapse that spoke volumes.

"Right. I won't force her," I declared, my voice carrying a tone of understanding. "She is a little different than you guys after all," I added, my gaze shifting between each of my wives.

Sela's thoughtful suggestion caught my attention. "Should Sela talk to her?" she proposed, concern evident in her voice.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "No need," I replied, my tone gentle. "Let her calm herself down." I understood that grief had a way of enveloping one's thoughts and emotions, and it was best to allow Glasha the space she needed to process her feelings. "Her father just died," I continued, my expression softening. "I took her here by force and even made her my wife for political purposes." I didn't mince words, Glasha's circumstances were far from ideal, and I recognized that her current demeanor was a manifestation of her struggles.

A raised eyebrow from Marissa prompted further discussion. "You don't mind her attitude?" she questioned, an air of curiosity surrounding her words. It was an audacious move for Glasha to exhibit such defiance toward a king, and it was natural to wonder about my response.

"Not for the time being," I admitted with a casual shrug. It was true that Glasha's demeanor was unconventional when it came to interactions with a ruler. However, my understanding of her pain allowed me to see beyond the surface.

"I'm a bit busy right now," I continued, reaching for my goblet and taking a sip of wine. "I have to give her a little respite since she's still grieving. But she still has to follow the rules," I concluded, a note of firmness entering my tone.

A question from Jyne shifted the focus of our conversation. "When will you be back, Your Majesty?" she inquired, curiosity evident in her expression.

I set down my utensils for a moment, considering her query. "This is just a short trip," I clarified, offering a rough estimate. "Maybe in two or three days."

Sela's genuine concern didn't go unnoticed, her eyes fixed on me with a mix of warmth and worry. "You have rarely rested since you woke up, Sela was a little worried," she admitted, her tone conveying her genuine feelings.

A smile curved my lips, an acknowledgment of her concern. "I appreciate that, Sela," I said sincerely, my gaze meeting hers. "But believe me, I've had enough rest to last for ten years."

Jyne's words carried a touch of concern as she leaned forward slightly. "Just remember to take care of your health, Your Majesty," she reminded me.

I offered her a reassuring smile, appreciating her concern. "Don't worry," I replied with a nod. "I know my limit." My fingers tapped lightly against the rim of my goblet.

A sigh escaped my lips as I continued, the edges of my disappointment peeking through my words. "It's just that I feel bad since I can't spend much time with you guys." The distance that often separated me from my wives was a constant reminder of the challenges that came with my role as king.

Evelina's empathetic gaze met mine, her understanding evident in the soft curve of her lips. "Don't worry about us, Your Majesty," she interjected, her voice a soothing balm to my concerns. "We know the consequences once we marry a king like you." Her words carried a sense of wisdom, born from the recognition that our choices had ramifications that stretched beyond our personal desires.

Her honesty touched me deeply, a reminder that my wives were not just companions but individuals with their own insights and resilience. They had chosen this path, knowing that it entailed a sharing of time and attention. "We know we have to share our time with your duty," Jyne concluded, her words a testament to the maturity and acceptance that defined our relationships.

"Thank you," I said with a smile.