Chapter 52: Can’t I?
>>Aelin
The library felt quieter than usual, the sunlight streaming through the tall windows casting golden patterns on the floor. I leaned against the edge of the window after I had grabbed a book and went to look for a place to sit, my gaze drifting downward to the palace garden below.
My heart did a tiny flip when I saw a certain someone there, walking through the stoneroad between the two gardens, his thick black leathery tail slithering behind him.
Draegon was there, his tall figure was impossible to miss as he walked through the garden paths.
My gaze wandered to the garden. A few female demon nobles were scattered around the white party table, their attention inevitably drawn to him as he walked by, minding his own business.
My eyes lingered on him for longer than I intended. There was an intimidation in his aura and even the other demons had noticed it but unlike me who got scared, they were thrilled.
Staring at his back, I found myself wondering: why had he given me a maid?
The thought nagged at me. I was used to doing things alone by now, fending for myself, even in a palace full of people who barely acknowledged me. Sure, the maid—Uriel—was helpful, but it still felt... strange. What went through his mind for him to get me a personal servant?
I noticed that it’s not even a thing here among demons.
As I kept my eyes on him, my mind strayed to Ruoxy. To the words she’d spat at me, and the cruel truths buried in them. Whatever her intentions had been, she wasn’t entirely wrong.
Draegon was a dragon—a creature of power. Could he ever truly want someone like me? A human who couldn’t even satisfy him in bed the way a demon could? My cheeks burned as my thoughts wandered to that night—our wedding night.