The Dragon Queen and her mates.
Chapter 268: Not to your liking

Chapter 268: Not to your liking

He straightened up in his seat and then stated in a calm voice, "You have to admit that it’s too much, your majesty."

"What is?"

"Your indifference, that is."

Bree almost rolled her eyes but held herself back, not wanting to give the man what he wanted. A reaction.

However, it seemed like Blaise never needed a reaction. He was perfectly capable of making a one-sided conversation go if he wanted to. She heard him say a few seconds later, "Do you know, Your Majesty? You make me oh so curious."

"Why?" Bree, who was about to turn her back on Blaise, turned to look at the man once again. She blinked her eyes and eyed him warily. Why was she intriguing him all of a sudden?

"I don’t know." Blaise crossed his legs and then placed his hands on the knee of the upper leg. "It’s just that I have watched you for a long time; even before you started engaging in drugs and liquor, you were rather stoic and gloomy. The reason you and the first consort were called a perfect match was because the two of you were cut from the same piece of cloth. Cool, stoic, and strict."

"But now you are a bit more lively. Though you are still just as tough, smart, and capable as you were before, there is this sudden shift in your personality that is hard to explain. Well, let’s say, before you were like a goddess, admirable but not easier to get close to. But now you are a bit more human, like I don’t have to hold myself back in front of you."

"I mean, now you are uncomfortable with social interactions, and you have this knack of being perfect because you are a bit self-conscious at times. Though you are still as confident as before, there is a little change in that."

"You mean to say that I am flawed now?" Bree deadpanned. More or less realising what the man was talking about. She then curled her lips in a delightful smile and stated, "Well, being alive means flawed; there is no changing the fact. I mean, you have some flaws yourself."

"Oh, is that so?"

There was a little bump as Blaise looked at Bree. He was half certain that the woman in front of him didn’t even know that she was feeling angry and upset over the things that he told her.

He leaned back and remarked, "Please do let me know about them."

"You might try to come out as a smooth, easygoing man who is all soft and sweet. But I think you are a very dangerous man who just knows how to hide his true self really, really well."

"Isn’t that how everyone is like?" He spread out a hand in front of him with a light-hearted chuckle.

"You are right, everyone is indeed like this but—you, third consort, you simply fake that hint of craziness and act like a psychopath as if you do not care but the truth is that you do care. You just try to pretend better than others that you are doing well alone but in reality you are lonely."

She had read the books and even though it was never explained why Blaise grew up to be such a person, it was often mentioned that his desire towards Harley arose from the fact that she was the only one who cared for him. Giving him that little warmth that he desired.

Bree wondered why he was like this when he held so much more substance.

The disappointment in her eyes was almost palpable, causing Blaise to choke a little on air. He sighed and cupped his cheek with an exaggerated look of hurt on his face. "Oh dear, oh dear. You seem to have quite a misunderstanding towards me, my queen. If you think of me as a psychotic bastard, I believe it will be really hard for me to climb into your bed."

Bree’s face stiffened and she did a double take, "What did you say?"

"Your majesty, there is no need for you to look at me like that. I think you know very well that I desire you."

She frowned. "Isn’t that because you want an heir?"

"Who said anything about heirs?" Blaise asked with a frown on his lips. "I simply said that I desire you and that has nothing to do with heirs."

"But that’s impossible."

"Excuse me?" Blaise felt as if the floor of the carriage under his feet seemed to have vanished, leaving him hanging. What did Bree mean by that? And what was with that confident note in her voice, as if she knew better than him? Did she know him better than he did? What the hell?

"Because you don’t like women like me; that’s what you said when you first met with me, right?" Bree blinked her eyes and repeated what Blaise had told the original Bree, "You like gentle, demure, and calm women. A woman who would stay at home and give you the warm home that you dream of. You even fought with your father and told him that if he made you mate with me, then you would burn the magic tower with you. Unfortunately, your father asked you to die, which is why you had to marry me."

This was something Bree knew very well, as these words were boldly printed in the first Chapter of the book and Blaise’s disgust with the original owner for being too dominant continued till the end of the book.

Blaise spluttered because he really could not argue with that. He indeed said those words because he thought that his father wanted to marry him off for the sake of the family’s wealth and reputation. He still remembered how he had to beg his father to let him marry Bree once he found out that this woman was his mate. His father had quite a bit of a laugh at his expense!

However, he had no idea that Bree heard it all.

But it wasn’t that he hated Bree; no, the reason he was so against her was because someone in the magic tower told him that a woman would bring him disaster.