Page 25 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
I throw myself into my usual seat. Scarlett glares at me.
Rule One: Be a gentleman.
I get up from my seat and offer it to her. She sits with a smile on her face.
“Thank you, Dexx.”
Apparently, being agentlemanon her planet means her males do small actions, like giving up their seats or putting garments over bodies of water.
How doing such a thing helps their mating remains a mystery, but Scarlett was adamant.
Sarkarnii females just threaten to bite any male who does something they dislike, and right now, it seems a much more pleasant prospect than trying to remember therules.
Rule Two: Ask, don’t demand.
“Would you like something to eat?” I ask her.
“Yes, please. I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Scarlett says, swinging her legs on my chair as they don’t quite reach the ground.
Is this a trap? Is there a rule forhaving what I’m having? Does this mean I get what I usually eat in the nova-morning—an aravas haunch and a goblet of ale-wine, or do I get her more of what she made for herself, the sweet kifyli and meat?
Nev this to the ancestors! I’d definitely prefer to be envenomated than to deal with this. I smoke hard as I stomp to the food prep area and snarl at the warriors inside.
“Breakfast for my mate.”
“What would she like, Lord?”
I growl under my breath, glancing over at Scarlett who is staring up at the atrium roof high overhead and not paying me any attention.
My skin crawls and several scales flutter to the ground. One of my warriors visibly swallows.
“I’ve heard, my Lord, the females on Darax’s ship like ovum and toasted kifyli in the morning,” he suggests, bracing himself.
“Ovum?In the morning?” I snarl. He nods.
Nev, females are strange creatures indeed.
“Then give me ovum and toasted kifyli, enough for both of us.”
“Ale-wine, my Lord?”
This time my growl is accompanied by a significant amount of smoke.
“No, just fee.” My face twists at the thought of the sarkarling drink, but it is what Scarlett had at the celebration and seemed to like.
In very short order, the food is produced, along with two vessels of steaming fee. As I carry it over to Scarlett, I have to admit the aroma it releases is pleasant enough.
“What have we got?” Scarlett sits forward and rubs her hands in anticipation.
I can’t seem to help it, but my heart jumps into my mouth and my hips shimmy to an unheard beat.
“Ovum and kifyli.” I place the platter in front of her with a flourish.
Rule Three: Always tell the truth.
“I don’t normally have this for my morning meal, but my warriors say this is what you had on Darax’s ship.”
I do my best to keep the growl out of my voice as I say his name. And in fact a growl in general because I had to get the information elsewhere.
