The Bride of Dragon

3. The Lans

Within three days of living as Hanguang-Jun's bride, Wei Wuxian learns three very importantfacts.

One, the house is not nearly as abandoned as he once thought. The kitchen is too tidy and hosts a suspicious amount of almost fresh - albeit slightly frozen - but definitely not rotten vegetables.Two, there are exactly three rooms that Wei Wuxian appears to be barred from entering, madeobvious by Hanguang-Jun's growls, huffs, and taking Wei Wuxian's robe between his teeth tocarry and drop him off in the center courtyard, far, far away from any of them, despite Wei Wuxian's loud cries of distress, incessant wiggling, and no small amount of pleading.

And three, most importantly, that he managed to marry the most boring creature on the face of the earth. An impressive feat, considering he managed to marry a supposed mythical god.

Today, Wei Wuxian is sitting atop one of his new home's many, many roofs watching the"almighty" Hanguang-Jun sulk in front of a small cottage. Wei Wuxian reasons he is annoyed with Wei Wuxian's repeated attempts to break in—an understandable conclusion to make seeing as the dragon's eyes have narrowed into slits and his tail hasn't stopped flicking once since he spotted him ten minutes ago.

In truth, Wei Wuxian has no plans for any more attempts. (At least, not today.) He's hoping tolocate an ax or some hunting tools so he can spend his day hunting for pheasants as he's grownbored of the same grilled vegetables and boiled rice he's been forced to suffer through for the past three days.

 He simply finds great joy in aggravating the winter dragon and spends ten more minutes watching him circle his favorite cottage closely before sighing and hopping down.

He succeeds in finding a sturdy bow, a small collection of arrows, and enough string to create some easy snares for rabbits or anything else scurrying around the mountain and doesn't return to the mansion until near dark, his cheeks a bright red and hosting a wide grin due to the three fat pheasants he has tossed over his shoulder.

He cooks one and cleans the other two. He would have offered to share one with Hanguang-Ju—after spending several minutes musing over the dragon's diet—but the dragon lets out an offended sort of noise and blows out the fire Wei Wuxian had just finished roasting his bird on when he happily shows him his prize, leaving Wei Wuxian in no mood for any courtesies.

The next day his husband is apparently quite cross with him, as he brings about a blizzard and Wei Wuxian is forced to keep his explorations within the main section of the mansion. He's grateful for the two pheasants he has stored as he has to wonder if he'll be able to do any more hunting any time soon.

He decides to take a look around the mansion's library, which he found on his first day, hoping, at most, to find some history on the home he's now stuck in or to at least find something to stave off his boredom. While he succeeds in the first, he quickly realizes he will likely never succeed in the second.

 The library is filled to the brim, but it is filled with old manuscripts, ancient treaties, family histories, worn musical scores, and copies of Buddha's teachings. More an archive than a library as there isn't a single novel or book of any interest. Nothing like his friend Nie Huaisang's collection.

As he searches the chatters away, to both himself and to his husband, who may or may not belistening at any given moment.