As for me, my priority was to bear an heir soon to secure my standing in the dragon clan.
In my past life, Draken Vorgath—clan leader of the dragons—had been cold and aloof, and he’d never laid a hand on Arya.
Still, I would try talking to him and asking for an heir. As long as I conceived, it wouldn’t matter if he loathed sharing my bed again.
If he refused… I bit my lips as my fingers brushed the pills I’d readied, hidden in my sleeves.
One way or another, I would carry his heir, even if I had to drug him.
As the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and Draken walked in.
My breath caught. No one had warned me how striking he was!
The silk of his robe clung to his frame, outlining his refined, powerful muscles. He was effortlessly handsome.
Such a shame he was all looks but utterly useless.
I clicked my tongue and wondered if a pill would do the job, or if I would have to give him two.
Lost in thought, I didn’t notice him settle beside me until he said in a calm, distant voice, “It’s been a long day. Let’s get some sleep.”
He reached for the covers, but I grabbed his wrist.
“Draken, will you… sleep with me? I want a child.” I tried to keep my voice even, though my cheeks burned.
He turned his head slightly, blinking slowly, and looked utterly clueless. “Aren’t we… getting ready to sleep?”
My flush deepened as I let go. After swiftly taking off my bridal robe, I quickly slipped under the covers.
He joined me, slow and unbothered.
My heart raced as I shut my eyes, not daring to look at him. But even after I waited for some time, Draken remained lying perfectly still before letting out a soft snore.
I sat up in disbelief and shook him awake. “You said we’d sleep together to have a baby!”
Rubbing his eyes, his voice sounded hoarse and confused with sleep as he asked, “Aren’t we? I was almost asleep.”
Staring at him in shock, something finally clicked about why he’d never touched Arya in the past life. He hadn’t been cold; he’d just had no idea what he was supposed to do.
Without hesitation, I lunged forward and started stripping his clothes.
“What are you doing!” he cried out, his usually calm expression cracking into alarm.
I smirked and tugged harder. “Relax. I’m about to teach you how to make a baby.”
Half an hour later, my screams rang through the bridal chamber. “Oh my god! Why do you have two? And why are there barbs?”
