The Dragon King’s Harem System

Chapter 274. The Dragon King’s Dominance II

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 274. The Dragon King's Dominance II

Glasha's objection rang out. "But the throne has always been passed down through bloodline," she argued, her tone holding a hint of desperation.

I let out an exasperated sigh and snapped back at her. "I don't care about your hereditary customs," I retorted sharply. "You will obey me, whether you like it or not." The authority in my voice was impossible to ignore. I had showed my mercy enough, showed my kindness enough. Yet they didn't appreciate it. So I had to act stern now and I wouldn't bend to archaic traditions when they stood in the way of progress and power.

"The choice is simple," I continued, my voice dripping with a mixture of disdain and determination. "Either we do it here or we will do it in a conventional way!”

If Glasha wanted to challenge me, I would gladly accept and show her just how ruthless I could be. Igixar was a world far harsher and more unforgiving than the one I originated from, and I had adapted accordingly.

The thought of subjecting Glasha to such a public humiliation left a bitter taste in my mouth. I had no desire to put her through such an ordeal, despite our opposing positions. However, I also couldn't afford to show any signs of weakness or hesitation.

Glasha's lips pressed tightly together as she contemplated my words. It was clear that my proposition was unconventional. Other rulers might not have extended such an offer, but I wasn't like them. I had my own approach to leadership, one that blended power and compassion.

Without breaking eye contact, I extended my hand towards Glasha, my gaze sharp and unwavering. It was a gesture that signaled both authority and impatience. "Now come," I commanded firmly. "I want to settle this matter as soon as possible."

With a heavy heart, Glasha reluctantly made her way toward me and stood in front of the throne. She positioned herself, but her expression remained unchanged. The displeasure was clear on her face, and her gaze burned with a deep-seated desire to end me, even though she knew such an act was futile.

I could sense her anger. It was a sign to her warrior spirit and loyalty to her tribe. Glasha had fought fiercely and now found herself standing before their conqueror.

I stared at Glasha with frustration. "Stop giving me that face," I snapped, my voice filled with displeasure. It was more like two creatures poised for battle rather than a couple on the brink of an intimate encounter.

Her cold eyes pierced through me, unyielding and defiant. "Don't ask me to do the impossible thing, Your Majesty," she retorted, her tone laced with discontent. 

A derisive chuckle escaped my lips, a hollow sound devoid of mirth. "Right..." I hissed, the venom dripping from the word. 

In a fit of rage, I seized the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly, forcing her face inches away from mine. The transformation of my features mirrored that of a half-dragon, similar to the pranks I had played on Jyne. But this time, my eyes blazed with fury.

"How dare you refuse my orders!" I roared. "You should know your place!"

Glasha's gaze remained steady, her resolve unshaken. She didn't flinch or cower in fear, defying my expectations. A flicker of admiration surfaced amidst my anger, acknowledging her strength and refusal to be subjugated.

"I'm a warrior. My place is on the battlefield. When I lose, I should die in honor, not serving my enemy’s lust, Your Majesty," she declared fearlessly, challenging the very core of my intentions.

I held her gaze, my eyes locked onto hers. "Like I've told you before, Glasha, this is a political marriage. And you are the one who agreed with this, remember?" I reminded her, my voice tinged with a hint of frustration. I tried to rationalize my actions. "You have to count this as my kindness."

She scoffed, her tone laced with bitterness. "Right..." Glasha's voice trailed off, carrying a mix of resignation and defiance. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly, bracing herself for what was to come. "You can have my body, but not my heart," she murmured, the words dripping with resignation. 

Instead of taking immediate action or reaching out to touch her, I let out a laugh that reverberated through the room. "Ahahahaha!" The sound of my laughter echoed. Glasha's expression shifted from confusion to a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

"What makes you think I'll take you just like that?" I said, my smirk widening. My gaze locked onto hers with an intensity. The corners of my lips curled mischievously as I reveled in the power play unfolding between us.

Her displeasure was palpable, her voice laced with defiance as she challenged me. "What do you want?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing.

I leaned in closer, my breath grazing against her cheek as I whispered, my voice dripping with a mixture of desire and amusement. "You have to make me hard first. You have to seduced me, Glasha," I demanded, my words punctuated by a playful tone.

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