The Dragon King carried his unconscious wife through the Keep like a man who was one wrong look away from setting the entire fucking corridor on fire.
The guards received the message loud and clear: move.
As he passed, they became part of the wall.
Maddox stopped in front of his quarters.
The doors hung open, and inside, two of his mages were dragging glowing runes across the floor because his chambers were still drenched with dark magic. A clusterfuck hazard zone that his wife was allergic to until further notice.
He turned, pushing open the double doors to the quarters opposite his. Then he laid her down on the bed. Smaller than his, but still very large.
She didn't stir.
His dragon whimpered under his ribs.
Maddox didn't blame the horny bastard one bit. He wanted to crawl into that bed with her too, preferably naked and buried twelve inches deep. His dragon could fucking get in line.
