The Dragon Queen and her mates.
Chapter 266: Being Protected

Chapter 266: Being Protected

"What are you trying to say?" Bree asked Blaise. "You mean to say that —"

Blaise eyed her calmly before explaining in simpler terms, "It’s a rumour. Though not a detailed one and there has been no evidence to prove that it’s true, the wise elders often claimed that the dragon that blessed the Dragniere family gave the power of twin flames to the first emperor."

"As he was the blessed emperor, the first emperor was able to use his powers without any problems but his descendants couldn’t. Some even died trying to control the power of twin flames. This was why a ten-day ritual was performed to summon the dragon who blessed the Emperor with twin flame power."

He paused and then took a bite of his scrambled eggs before chewing and swallowing; only then did he continue the rest of the story, "The elders of the towers say that the dragon indeed got summoned but he refused to take his blessing back because a blessing cannot be taken. The emperor back then pleaded with the dragon spirit and asked him for a solution."

"Pleased with his love for his family, the dragon then split the twin flame. However, when something is split in half, it is natural for it to break into two different segments that make the two halves whole. Thus, twin flames broke into good and bad."

"Though it wasn’t the perfect solution, that’s the only way to keep the two children alive. After all, the royal family couldn’t allow the heir of the throne to die before they could even turn eighteen, right?"

"That’s—" Bree frowned.

"Sounds a bit far-fetched?" Blaise gave her an amused look like he found her confusion and disbelief amusing. "But that’s how the story goes. Maybe that’s why you can see what Semel is doing and what kind of plan he is hatching. I will say that it’s a cruel and a bit annoying ability but it can be helpful at the time of need."

Bree shot him an annoyed look before saying, "You might be wrong. If we are going by this theory, then I should have seen through things when that man was occupying the body of that maid, Harley. But I never knew or saw things."

"Maybe it was because Semel hadn’t been awakened completely?" Blaise offered. "You are forgetting that the body was more like a shell or a vessel that he occupied to heal his soul. I don’t think that you would be able to see through things when he was too weak to even take hold of the body he was occupying."

And as much as Bree hated the explanation that he gave to her, she had to admit that he was right. It was the only thing that made sense at the moment. She raised her head and rubbed her forehead, feeling slightly annoyed. It seemed like this bond that she wanted to break couldn’t be broken at the moment.

Blaise was right. Though the nightmares were annoying, if she could peek into the head of that man, it would be beneficial.

The two of them stayed silent for the rest of the time and ate their meal. After ten minutes, once they were done eating, Bree stepped out of the dining hall with Blaise.

And just as always, the second she stepped out, the head maid gasped and looked at her with a shocked expression.

"Your majesty, you cannot wear such a flimsy dress!" she exclaimed.

Bree looked down on the so-called flimsy dress. The dress was long enough to cover her shins and the shoes that she was wearing, there was nothing that could be seen through the fabric.

"If you are asking me to wear those tight corsets and puffy skirts on a journey that lasts for three hours, you are joking. If a fight were to take place, what am I supposed to do?"

How could she fight in a dress that restricted her actions and only let her look pretty? She admitted that the dresses that the head maid had brought were really beautiful but was her destiny so easy? Could she stay in the palace and just look beautiful and everything would be fine?

No!

Her destiny was set the day she arrived in this world. Her hands were covered in blood and there were even more heads that needed to be rolled down.

She couldn’t do that in a dress that restricted her movements. While she felt envious of the women who could just look pretty and have every comfort in their life, she was not that fortunate.

Her path was filled with barbed wire, so what she needed was strength and courage as well as will. Not pleasing others.

"How can you say that?" The head maid quibbled with a stammer. "I mean, Your Majesty, you are the face of the nation. You have to look your finest, and this dress—it looks like you are heading to a funeral."

Before Bree could say anything, Blaise turned to look at the head maid and stated in a cold voice, "Her majesty looks fine; there is no need for you to dress her over the top when there is no banquet or celebration taking place."

He didn’t understand the restraints that bound Bree. The dress was fine even if it was not majestic; it was proper for the need. Did she have to dress like a haughty peacock even when she was going to the restroom?

It just didn’t make sense.

He then turned to look at Bree and said to her, "Let’s go, your majesty."

Bree hummed, quite surprised that the man had stood up for her. Hardly anyone had stood up for her in the past or the present.

Back then she was all alone. While the men in the company wanted her to lower her guard around them, the present officials wanted her to stand on guard and be brave without showing weakness or needing someone to protect her.

It felt really weird that someone was willing to protect her.

However, this feeling —she could get used to it.