A King's White Rose

Chapter 3: First Dinner

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Lixue watched as the Dragon King turned off as usual, giving a look that wasn't very much friendly.

He kept his eyes there for the few seconds before he looked away completely and enjoyed the rest of the garden.

Rou, bless her eyes and heart, saw the exchange and piped in next to him.

"Is everything ok?" She whispered to her prince.

Lixue gave her a small smile and nods his head. "Everything is fine. Don't worry about it."

Rou narrowed her eyes but released the questions she wanted to ask. Her eyes looked up to where the prince looked, the sight of the counselor standing there and watching down at them. He even wanted to say something, but it seemed to not have gone good on his side.

"Rou?"

"I'm coming my prince." She followed besides him, pulling out an umbrella to shade him from the sun. They kept at this walking pace, inspecting all that was awe so beautiful to the eyes of the omega.

This arrangement marriage thing wasn't all that good at the very moment. With the King practically running from Lixue and Lixue, being who he is, not giving a look of care.

He respected his boundaries but then doesn't want to associate to such a stubborn mule that is the Dragon King.

She sighs. This was going to take some time..for both parties..

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The morning sun lowered it's brightness and direction before the castle. The sky bursted with color of purple and pink, a mix of a honey yellow texture.

It was majesty and eye capturing to all but also the sign for a unsuspecting activity the counselor was putting up.

So he called Rou, the head maiden always accompanying the omega elf prince, and asked her to get his highness dressed for it.

His task is to now convince Valdemar to agree willingly to his proposal of a dinner. They had enough trying to not bump into each other. They can't be strangers in this castle forever and Valdemar can't keep running from Lixue either.

So Vaayn knocks the door of Valdemar's chambers, the knock loud enough for the king to hear but soft for the hall to not echo out to far.

There were a few moments of silence before the door groaned opened. There standing before him, tall, built, fixed with brood strength and might, was King Valdemar.

He dressed himself in one of his silk robes, lazily tied to his barely covered body beneath the robe.

Valdemar looked into the eyes of his counselor and rose and eyebrow. "Something you want?" He asked, his voice deeper than normal and showing he was possibly sleeping.

Vaayn sighed mentally. Calm Valdemar was about to go flying out the window....

The sacrifices I go through..

Vaayn looks seriously up at the King and replied. "Yes. I need you dressed."

Valdemar froze where he stood. He was confused and it showed when he didn't even move. "For what?" His lower tone bubbled when asked.

"A dinner. So you, My King must dress yourself." He said again, looking directly into Valdemar's eyes without blinking or fear.

"What dinner? And why am I now being told of a dinner? Who is coming?"