"Y-Your Majesty?!"
"What did you—"
Sounds of flurry could be heard as a few females let out an involuntary gasp. Some of the seated leaders even jumped to their feet in surprise, their chairs scraping along the stone floor. The entire hall was in shock—no, to say they were in shock was an understatement.
The council members and the rest in attendance were all experienced people. They saw the King's mouth on that human's neck and two of his teeth elongated into fangs to pierce her delicate skin, deep enough to cause her to bleed. Even though they could not believe it, they all knew what Draven was doing.
The King of Agartha, the Devil, the infamous Black Dragon that brought terror to the continent…was marking a female.
For beings of magic, to mark someone means to create a sacred bond, an intimate act far surpassing anything else in existence.
That the King would do that to a mere human…
