Draconia Offline vol. 1

54.1. No Rest for the Emperor - Part 1

I wake up sore. Gotrid and Erik are squeezing me between them, I'm partially lying on Erik's chest and Gotrid's wings are covering me. I sit up and rub my stiff neck. Then I slowly pull my wing from under Erik's arm.

We didn't have sex in the end, it didn't come to that. But I think I was successful in bringing them closer. I'm not that naïve to think that Erik and Gotrid will suddenly be lovey-dovey with each other, I still expect a lot of teasing between them, but at least Erik doesn't hate Gotrid anymore and Gotrid doesn't think of him as a rival he has to compete with in every situation.

Erik normally always wakes up before me but I guess he's tired from both jet lag and a demanding telepathic connection. Gotrid is sleeping like a log, also exhausted from his very first telepathic link. I look lovingly at them, smile and kiss them on their foreheads.

I still can't believe it; I have two partners now! My love for Erik grew deeper—if it's even possible—and my heart is warm with new love developing for Gotrid. I feel a dopamine rush as my telepathic brain is probably rewarding me for finally giving it what it wanted from the beginning.

I was a tiny bit worried that my Celestial nature would start preferring a Celestial partner but nothing of that sort happened. Sure, Gotrid's gorgeous wings arouse me but so does Erik's muscular human body. Besides, I'm much more attracted to their minds than their bodies anyway.

Except for mild soreness, I actually feel energised. And surprisingly hungry. I carefully get up, not wanting to wake them up because they deserve to rest. I put on my night gown so that I'm not naked in front of the maids and guards and silently leave the bedroom.

"Oh, Your Majesty, up so early?"

I catch Ayala cleaning the apartment because my guards would never let in human personnel. She's partially using magic to do that—handy water spells and telekinesis. It certainly makes chores much quicker but not necessarily energy-saving because mana equals calories for us. Still, it's impressive to look at and Ayala seems to enjoy it.

"We went to sleep early," I say, "but let those two sleep some more, okay?"

"Of course," she giggles. "I take it everything went excellent last night?"

I roll my eyes. Why are my subjects so interested in my love life? But I resignedly gave up privacy weeks ago. The Celestial Emperor doesn't get to have privacy, I had to accept the fact. At least I get to choose my partners.

"Could I have an early breakfast, please?" I look at the clock and it's only quarter past six. "Just a sandwich and coffee are fine."

"Of course," Ayala bows and runs off.

"Good morning," I greet the guards who are standing by the door. I made an effort to remember all their names but they hardly ever talk to me when on duty. They take their job deadly serious and won't be distracted.

I sit on the sofa and realise that I actually don't have anything to do. My laptop is still in my luggage which is in the bedroom so I can't reach it without risking waking up my partners. So I really have nothing to do? I think I haven't had a lazy morning since... forever!

"Is there any possibility I could go for a flight?" I ask the guards. They have to answer a direct question, obviously.

"I'm afraid not, Your Majesty," they have to disappoint me.

I sigh but I expected it. Lazy morning it is then. I find a blanket in a basket next to the sofa, wrap myself in it and look for a remote. I'm sure there's a holographic projector built-in somewhere. And, of course, there is—the latest model! As expected of a five-star hotel and a presidential suite.