“I think we’ll just head to bed,” I say.
Sevrin turns the handle and opens the door. “That’s a good idea.”
“Uh, no,” Alaric says, gesturing to the two of us.
“No what?” I ask, before it hits me. I was so focused on the stressful dinner, the king and his angry advisor, that I forgot the inner workings of my current relationships.
Gareth draws his shoulders back. “We don’t think Sevrin should be the only one sleeping in your room, especially when we’ll be married tomorrow night.”
I frown. “Then what do you want to do?”
“The simplest answer is that he not sleep in your room,” Alaric explains, but even I can see it in his face—he knows that’s not going to work.
“My bride sleeps with me,” Sevrin tells them, leaving no room for arguments.
Lucien flashes a smile. “Well, I guess we’ll all be bunking together then.” Without another word, he pushes past all of us and into my room.
Alaric gives me a funny look, but then both he and Gareth follow suit. Sevrin and I stand together outside of my room, staring in. Neither of us move. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to figure out a way to throw them out without causing a war, but I’m just trying to figure out how the hell all of them are going to spend the night in my room without killing each other.
But I guess it doesn’t really matter. These three men are ridiculously stubborn. If this is what they’ve decided, then I’m not going to change their minds. The best thing I can do as their soon-to-be wife is to keep this from becoming a fight.
Pressing a hand to Sevrin’s chest, I stand on my tiptoes and plant a kiss onto his lips. “This is going to be our life from now on. We might as well figure out how to make it work tonight.”
His honey-colored eyes gentle as they look at me. “You know this won’t be easy. I see you as mine, and I see them as enemies.”
“I understand, but just remember, they see this situation the same way from their perspective.”
His brows rise, and I realize he never thought of it in that way. We go inside, closing the door behind us, and it’s a little overwhelming to see all the big men in my space. Glancing at the bed, I realize that I’d always thought it was rather big. Now, I wonder if it’ll be big enough for all of us.
Harper.
Yes?
Can we speak? Outside your window.
Of course.
I turn to the men who are all staring at me. “Ebron wants to speak to me on the balcony. I’ll be right back. Don’t kill each other.” I wave my finger at them and give them a stern look before hurrying for the balcony.
Sure enough, Ebron is outside my window in the training yard. His big head is close enough to me that I could jump off my balcony and onto his head without much effort. His scales glint, even in the moonlight, making him look dark and mysterious.
What’s going on?
Ebron seems to take a moment to answer.Have you agreed upon the mates I’ve chosen for you?
I think, even though I shouldn’t have to.I marry them tomorrow.
That wasn’t my question.
Drawing in a steadying breath, I say,Yes, I’ve chosen them as my mates.Because I have, right?
Good.He sounds relieved.Then I can finally claim my mates.
My heart aches a little at the wistfulness in his voice.You can. Thank you for being patient with me.
I have lived a long life, Harper. I could be patient enough to make sure my rider was cared for.
You’re a good dragon.I rub the end of his nose.
