"Although I've intended to attract numerous powerful suitors from across all the realms when Rowena turned eighteen," King Draco frowned. "It seems like there's someone who couldn't wait until then."
When King Draco finally reached Rowena's room, he opened the door swiftly and yet didn't find anyone else except for Rowena in her bed fast asleep.
His eyes narrowed and glinted in the darkness as he tried to locate any indication of someone else's presence and for the trace of magic.
But there was nothing.
King Draco was familiar with magic. He encountered it when he fought magical beasts when he had visited the elven realm, when he seduced his late wife, and more importantly when he went to Cretea and participated in the tournament for godhood.
Those were the highlights of his years.
