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ZAYN had led them both to his chambers, where they could have their discussion without the worry of being overheard by anyone.

"You found the loophole?" Vaelora asked in an accusatory manner.

"Calm down, Vaelora." He sighed.

"But how? We went through those scrolls so many times, and we didn't find a thing. How did you?"

"We had both been looking at the wrong places." Zayn said, slowly heading towards his work table and picking up a scroll lying there.

"The historical law scrolls for marriage isn't the wrong place, is it?"

Vaelora was confused. Where else could they have found a loophole out of a marriage, if not in the laws scrolls for marriage?

Just then, Zayn handed over the scroll in his hand to her.

"One of the scrolls under the library's section for Historical Laws on Annulment."

Oh, goddess.

Quickly opening the scroll, Vaelora read through, her eyes widening even more with each line she consumed.

"Zayn...." She whispered, happy tears welling up her eyes. "This is it. This is it!!" She chuckled.

"Lora, calm down. Don't be quick to assume it would work. It may be a loophole, but...."

"Zayn, why are you uncertain? The scroll says, 'As long as a royal consort can bear the king an heir before the queen does, the queen has the free will to annul her marriage to the king, and let the said royal consort take her place as queen'. It is quite clear, not so?"

"It is. But it is not easy." Zayn muttered, a look of doubt in his eyes. "Draekon has never had a consort before. Not even after Amelia died. And I doubt he ever will."

"Then we will make him."

Zayn stared at Vaelora in disbelief.

Did she hit her head somewhere? Had she suddenly forgotten who Draekon was?

"You seem to forget that NO ONE dictates to Draekon."

"You also seem to forget that the council has great influence. They literally forced me into this marriage."

"That's different, Vaelora. They had solid political reasons to back themselves up. What reason could the council possibly give, for wanting the Alpha king to get a royal consort barely two weeks after his wedding to the Luna queen?"

A small but bold smile made its way to Vaelora's face, making Zayn wonder what was going through her mind.

"First of all, are you in the good graces of any stubborn council chief?"

"Stubborn?"

Zayn asked, a small frown on his face.

"Yes, Zayn. Stubborn."

After a short while, he answered.

"Chief Wofah, I guess."

He looked unsure. But that was more than enough for Vaelora's plan.

"Okay," She beamed. "hear me out."

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Vaelora waltzed into their chambers after a very tiring day, her only wish to have a hot bath.

But she stopped in her tracks almost as soon as she got in, watching Draekon who stood with his huge back turned to her.

Just for a brief moment, she felt unwillingly fascinated by his fiery red mid-length hair.

Amongst the three brothers, Draekon was the only one who had that distinct hair colour, obviously not inherited from either of their parents.

Vaelora had always thought his hair was so fiery, due to the dragon flame within him.

"I had no idea you have taken a special liking to staring at my back."

His voice shook her out of her thoughts, making a wide scowl appear on her face.

He turned to her, a blank expression on his.

"You didn't inform me there was a council meeting today." Vaelora muttered.

"And why should I? You have no business with council meetings." He said with a frigid calm.

"But I am Luna."

"Dear Luna," He began tauntingly. "only the king and council chiefs are required to attend a council meeting."

"What about the last time? The time I was forced to marry you?"

"What about it?"

"Everyone was in attendance of that meeting. The high lords, council chiefs, even your father and Zayn."

"My brother IS a high lord. And my father was an Alpha. And that meeting was a parliamentary meeting, not a council meeting."

"When is the next parliamentary meeting?"

"Vaelora...." Draekon snapped.

The woman had a way of making him talk a lot, and he didn't like that.

"The next parliamentary meeting is tomorrow. I do hope you have a lot to contribute."

He finished, walking towards the bed and laying on his side.

Vaelora threw his resting figure a huge glare, promising herself to contribute 'a lot' indeed.

Draekon had no idea, but she had a huge plan up her sleeves already.

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Vaelora walked into the large room in elegant strides. She always thought it regal to arrive fashionably late.

Her white silk gown hugged the curves of her elegant body, her hips swaying side to side with each step she took.

All eyes were on her, including Draekon's. They followed her movement until she sat on the reserved seat opposite Draekon.

Just then, her eyes locked with Zayn, and she flashed him a discreet knowing smile.

"Apologies for my tardiness." She exhaled lightly, as a few chiefs mumbled incoherent words. "Please carry on." She urged chief Om'zaar, who had been speaking before she arrived.

Soon enough, minutes turned into hours, and more and more topics of discussion were being brought up. It was almost approaching the time for Vaelora to strike.

But before then.....

Some maids made their way into the room, eliciting looks of confusion from the faces of the chiefs.

"Please gentlemen, I am sure you all must be famished. I have asked the maids to bring in some refreshments." Vaelora explained. "I suggest we take a short break, and eat."

Draekon glanced at her, trying to mask his own confusion.

With Vaelora, he could never really be sure of motives.

But then again, he couldn't deny that this was quite a thoughtful thing to do. How come he had never considered it?

The grumpy looking chiefs and high lords didn't even contemplate, before accepting Vaelora's kind gesture.

Soon enough everyone was done eating.

Vaelora had successfully watered the ground to sow her seeds.

As soon as the maids cleared the table, Om'zaar continued from where they had left off before lunch.

"So what's the next agenda?" He asked.

Chief Wofah raised a hand, and Vaelora smiled internally.

Finally.

"Yes please. Go ahead and share your cause for concern, Wofah."

Clearing his throat, Wofah stood up and began to speak.

"Very recently, it came to my notice that our Luna here, has lost connection with her wolf for almost a decade now."

Immediately, whispers filled the place, and Vaelora shared a quick look of 'near victory' with Zayn.

"Order, please." Om'zaar demanded, and the whispers gradually died down. He looked at Wofah, giving him a nod to continue.

"I also discovered that was the reason High Lord Dione had been able to cheat on their bond, without her realizing it. Because her wolf was dormant and wouldn't feel it."

"Where exactly are you headed with this, Wofah?" Chief Toi'fah queried.

"What if the Luna gives birth to a pure blooded DragonBorn heir, due to her wolf's dormancy and possible gene recession? I mean, we all are waiting on she and the king to produce a royal werewolf heir, not so? What if due to the recessive nature of her wolf side, king Draekon's DragonBorn genes becomes more dominant, and they birth a DragonBorn pup?"

"So what are you saying in essence?"

It was Om'zaar who asked this time, sounding quite.... at loss.

"What I am saying, is that the Alpha king should take a royal consort, in order to ensure the preservation of the werewolf royal bloodline."

The entire place fell silent for a few seconds, before the much expected whispers fell.

Loud whispers that soon metamorphosed into full blown arguments.

Zayn's breath hitched, worried that their plans may not pull through, and end up biting them in the ass.

All the while, Draekon had his gaze fixated on Vaelora's defiant one, fury in his eyes.

He knew what she was trying to do.