"N-no, of course not. As a matter of fact, I do not want to know the answer to that question." Elysia looked away, trying to hide her completely red face.
"Hmmm, I guess we would have to test that out another time." Azreal chuckled lightly, closing his eyes. "Come into the tub before the water turns cold." He added.
Letting out a deep breath, she finally walked over to the tub and lowered herself into the water. The tub was not big enough for both of them, so they had to squeeze themselves into it.
"Why are you truly here? If both of you do not like each other." Elysia questioned, this had been on her mind the moment they stepped out of the carriage, it was clear that something had happened between them.
"I am here because I want no more enemies. Believe me, as much as I truly care little for people's opinions of me, I desire a peaceful world for my people and others. War at this time would do more harm than good," Azrael explained, letting his head rest back.
Elysia thought about what he said, and she could not help but be more convinced that Azreal was a good King, he might not be a saint, but he truly wanted his people to be happy. Her heart swelled just looking at the man in front of her. "You are a good King, I just wished everyone could see it." Elysia whispered.
There was no response from Azreal, causing them to fall into a comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of their own breathing. "Time to sleep, Elysia." He said before stepping out of the tub, wiping the water off his body with a towel.
Elysia did the same before dressing up in her white nightdress. She laid on the bed, her back pressed against Azrael's chest while his arm wrapped around her waist. It didn't take long for Elysia to fall sleep.
Azreal just held onto her, lost in his own thoughts. Even though he hated to admit it to himself, he could not deny that he enjoyed this, Elysia's warmth, her company. Everything they had shared together from the moment he saved her. It was a feeling he had not felt in decades, and he would be damned if he lets anything take away this feeling again.
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Azreal and Elysia headed to the dining room with a guard escorting them. A maid had woken them this morning, asking to prepare a bath for them. She also planned to help Elysia get dressed for the day, but Azreal dismissed her.
Miraculously, it didn't take much for Elysia to fit into one of her new dresses. The dressmaker sent her ten different dresses, five beautiful ball dresses and the other were for dinners or tea.
She had chosen a green dress for breakfast, it was an extremely lovely dress which had tiny pearls attached to it. The sleeves and neckline was moderate and modest just how she liked it.
"Good morning, King Azrael, Lady Elysia. I hope you had a wonderful night and was the room to your liking?" Damien asked immediately they stepped into the dining room.
"Good morning, Your Majesties, Prince Vincent." Elysia greeted.
"Good morning, it was. You have been extremely kind." Azreal flashed a small smile.
"Wonderful," Damien replied.
Azreal took his seat opposite Damian, while Elysia sat beside them. The servants didn't waste any time in serving them their meals. Freshly baked bread, cheese, chicken soup and orange juice. The orange juice was only served to Azreal and Elysia. The other members of the table had red contents in their cups.
Feeling as if someone was staring at her, Elysia's eyes raised to meet cold blood-red eyes staring back at her. The owner of the eyes was a lady whom she had not seen before. From her clothes and the fact she was having breakfast with them, meant she was also part of the family.
"King Azreal, I do not believe you have met my daughter, Isabel. She is my youngest and only daughter." Damien said to Azreal who also noticed the girl staring at Elysia.
"Nice meeting you, Princess Isabel." Azreal responded curtly, stuffing a piece of bread into his mouth.
"Pleasure is mine, King Azrael, I have heard such remarkable things about you." Isabel smiled broadly, flashing them the set of dimples on her cheeks.
Oh, another woman who is head over heels for the dragon king, Elysia said to herself.
"Oh, really? I would love to hear those remarkable things said about me." Azreal feigned interest in what the Princess had to say.
"Well, I have heard about your strength and amazing fighting skills. Father says you are one of the best swordsman he has ever seen." Isabel admitted cheekily.
"Isabel, we would like a bit of silence at the dining table." Damien said to his daughter who rolled her eyes and pouted her lips angrily. "Forgive my daughter, Azreal, she likes to talk." Damien turned to Azreal.
A slow smirk formed on his lips. "You are kind with your words Damien, you praise me so much." He teased.
"Do not flatter yourself King Azrael, I said that decades ago. I do not believe you have held a sword in ages." Damien teased back.
"Perhaps a duel can prove if I am still the best or not." Azrael's smirk broadened.
"Gentlemen, I do not think there is any need for bloodshed. We are all here for my birthday, and I would like to have a blood free birthday." Vanessa announced, already getting tired of the competing Kings.
"Says the one who drinks blood daily." Azreal muttered against his glass cup.
Elysia had to cover her mouth to stop her from laughing at the King's odd joke.
"I never knew you were into comedy,Azreal." Damien stated, definitely not finding the King's words funny.
"I would not dare, besides I did say the truth." Azreal smiled as he poured the juice down his throat.