The Dragon King's Hated Bride
Chapter 95: Sensual Demons Enter The Scene

Chapter 95: Sensual Demons Enter The Scene

>>Aelin

There was so much I wanted to say to her.

But the words stayed trapped behind my ribs, pressed there by the weight of everything I wasn’t ready to share—about myself, about Draegon, about the daughter I’d never known but had dreamed of so vividly that it sometimes felt like grief had teeth.

Seraphine sat quietly, the pale light from the high windows catching her hair, her eyes never leaving mine. I’d thought coming here would feel strange, intrusive even.

But it didn’t.

It felt like home.

Or the shadow of what one could’ve been.

My emotions swirled, quiet and deep, but I locked them down tight as always. Letting them rise now would undo me, and I couldn’t afford that

She didn’t press me.

Seraphine simply held my hand for a few more heartbeats, then gently released it as the sound of soft hooves approached.

The three sheep demons closed in on us, quiet as always, their heads lowered in deference. One of them stepped forward and gave me a small bow.

"Forgive us, your majesty," she said, her wool-padded voice gentle. "But the Lady Seraphine must eat and rest now."

Your majesty... The word sounded so strange to me...

I could never have dreamed of being a Queen. Of an entire kingdom at that...

I gave a small nod and stood. Seraphine looked at me with a mother’s eyes—tired, knowing, kind. Her smile didn’t fade, even as I stepped back.

"Will you come again?" she asked.

The words wrapped around my heart like silk thread.

"Yes," I said softly. "I will."

And I meant it.

***

The walk back to the main wing was a blur because my thoughts were too loud.

So many of them now haunted by the look in Seraphine’s eyes, the warmth in her voice. I imagined her with Asha again. Sitting by the fire. Braiding her hair. Telling her stories no one else knew.

I wondered what she would’ve called her.

I never made it that far in my imagination

I rubbed a hand over my chest, trying to shake the heaviness I couldn’t name, when I reached the upper hallway near Draegon’s study, I thought about going to visit him, wondering if he’s still in the study.

He must be... As soon as he became king he had so many things he needed to tackle.

I kept walking.

I’ll go check up on him. See if he needs anything. Maybe a snack?

Just then the door to his study opened and I froze.

The scent was the first thing that struck me. Sweet. Overpowering. Unmistakable.

And then she walked out.

A succubus.

Tall, lean, dressed in black silk that clung like oil to her perfect figure. Her skin shimmered like it had just been kissed by fire. She had the kind of beauty that seemed honed to a weapon—meant to draw blood.

And she looked very pleased with herself.

My heart dropped but instead of staying there stunned, I moved and hid in the other corridor.

She didn’t notice me. She didn’t have to. Her focus was elsewhere—tucking a strand of dark hair behind her horned ear as she sauntered down the hall with the arrogance only a creature like her could possess.

Then, a moment later, an incubus followed.

His jacket half-buttoned. His mouth still damp from whatever he’d been doing. His wings tucked tightly behind his back like a guilty thought.

He was smiling too.

And they both came from his room.

From Draegon’s room.

The thought hit me so hard I felt it in my stomach.

No.

No, there had to be an explanation.

But wasn’t this why he hadn’t come back to me? Not just because he was busy.

He’d said he had meetings.

Was this the meeting?

No, no, no

I shouldn’t assume. I can talk to him.

I was about to step out when Draegon got out of the room as well and I froze.

Both the other sexual demons stopped and looked back at him, "I appreciate you both coming to me." Draegon said.

"Oh~" The succubus cooed, "No problem. This was so much fun!" She waved her hand in the air.

"Exactly," The incubus said, "I haven’t enjoyed myself in a while."

My heart pounded as I listened to that.

No...

It can’t be. He wouldn’t

"I’m glad," Draegon said and I looked at him in horror, "If you two weren’t bored with me,"

"Never!" The succubus laughed, "Helping the king is a privilege!"

"Yes," The incubus agreed.

"Well," Draegon seemed pleased, "It was nice having you both here. I enjoyed my time."

I stood there, frozen in place. The corridor stretched endlessly on either side, and I felt like the floor had cracked beneath me.

Heat flared behind my eyes—but I didn’t let it reach the surface. I didn’t make a sound. I simply turned and walked away.

Fast.

Too fast.

My thoughts spiraled with every step. What had I just seen? Was it what it looked like? Why would he—

And why, why, did my chest hurt like this?

I didn’t know where I was going. I just kept walking, past painted windows, past startled servants, past everything I knew—until I reached a balcony and finally let myself stop.

The wind bit at my skin, but I barely felt it.

I looked out at the night sky and gripped the stone railing hard enough that my knuckles turned white.

My heart beat wildly, but I kept my face still.

I was so confused I didn’t know what to think. My legs gave out and I fell to the floor.

***

The water steamed around me, curling into the chilled air like a whisper. The palace bath was massive—an opulent chamber carved from dark stone and polished gold-veined marble. Dozens of flickering magic lanterns lined the walls, their soft glow casting the room in molten light, reflections dancing across the rippling surface of the water.

On the ceiling was more magic light

I sat near the far end of the pool, the warmth soaking into my muscles, but the chill remained in my bones. No matter how hot the water was, it couldn’t melt away what I’d seen earlier.

The image of the succubus exiting Draegon’s chambers. The incubus that followed.

I submerged deeper into the bath, only my face above water now, steam wrapping around me like a second skin. I tried not to think. I tried not to feel.

But then I heard it—the low groan of the heavy door opening.

!!!

I didn’t have to look to know who it was.

His footsteps were slow. Purposeful. He stepped into the room and began to walk towards me. My heart rate picked up speed.

I stayed quiet, facing away, my eyes fixed on the swirling patterns in the water.

The rustle of fabric sliding to the ground followed as he took off his robes.

The quiet splash as he entered the bath. The water shifted and sighed around him.

I pursed my lips as I refused to look back at him.

I felt his presence before he even reached me. The heat of his body. The weight of his gaze.

Still, I didn’t look at him.

But then, softly, he spoke.

"Can we talk?"

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