My Second Chance Mate Is My Nemesis
The oldest of them bowed.
“Your Majesty, we were assigned to help you bathe and prepare for the festival.”
Draekon shook his head gently, somewhat thrown off by the casual display of nudity. On a normal day, he would have appreciated the sight. But not today. Not now, when the thought of a certain stubborn woman filled his mind.
He was pathetic.
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll take care of it myself.”
They obeyed at once, leaving silently.
After washing, Draekon put on the special clothes given to him. It was a long black coat with red designs that looked like flames. A dragon-shaped clasp held the collar in place.
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