Dragon King's Harem Chapter 236. Stubborn Princess I

The first rays of the morning suns began to stretch across the land. The Firestone Fortress sprang to life with a buzz of activity. The aftermath of the previous night's celebration was quickly being cleared away as the dragon tribe prepared for a new day. The remnants of the celebration disappeared as if they had never existed, replaced with a sense of purpose and energy.

The sound of bustling footsteps and bustling voices filled the air as servants and soldiers bustled about, their focus on preparing for the next day's journey. The sky carriages were at the center of their attention, with various servants and soldiers scurrying about, each with their own tasks to complete.

The team of servants worked tirelessly to make sure that the carriage was in tip-top shape, checking every bolt, every hinge, and every rope. They oiled and polished, making sure that the carriage was in perfect condition for the journey ahead.

Meanwhile, the Wyverns were also being prepared for the journey. The magnificent beasts were tended to by the soldiers. They were being groomed, fed, and made ready for the journey to Vurdor.

One figure was busier than most. General Guillotine was holding meeting after meeting, conferring with his assistants, and strategizing for the journey ahead.

The meeting room was bustling with activity as General Guillotine gathered his lieutenants to discuss the division of his troops. The room was filled with maps, charts, and strategizing materials.

General Guillotine stood at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the room as he began the meeting. The assistants sat around the table, each one focused on the General's words.

"Gentlemen, we have a lot to discuss," the General began, his voice ringing out in the silence. "As you know, not all of our troops will be accompanying us to Vurdor. Some of them will be staying behind to defend the Fortress. We must make the right decisions in terms of who stays and who goes."

The General's assistants listened intently as he went over the details of their journey and the resources they would need along the way. He discussed the strengths and weaknesses of each of his soldiers, and he carefully weighed each one before making his decisions. The meeting lasted for an hour.

Finally, as the meeting came to a close, the General made his final decisions. He outlined the assignments for each of his troops, both those who would accompany him to Vurdor and those who would stay behind. The assistants took note of the General's words, and they nodded in agreement. The General had made the right choices, and they knew that their journey would be a success.

With the division of his troops decided, General Guillotine was not yet finished with his preparations. He had one final task to attend to before they set off on their journey to Vurdor - ensuring the Firestone Fortress’ safety in their absence. He knew that leaving a portion of his army behind to defend the Fortress was not enough so he needed to be certain that no other threats were lurking in the surrounding area, and he was determined to take every precaution to ensure the safety of his people.

With that in mind, General Guillotine ordered his most trusted scouts to fan out and scour the surroundings. They were to search for any signs of danger, any indication that another tribe's troops were nearby, or any other potential threats that might put the Fortress in peril.

As the activity at the Firestone Fortress continued to buzz with excitement and preparation, two figures stood apart from the rest. Evelina and I were in contrast to the busy servants and soldiers. While everyone else was working tirelessly, we decided to take a moment for ourselves and step away from the chaos.

Our footsteps echoed along the stone walls as we made our way to the ramparts. The wall was high and imposing, but it offered a breathtaking view of the surrounding. 

Once we reached the top, Evelina and I stood side by side, our eyes fixed on the barren landscape before us.

The view was a testament to the ravages of war. There was nothing but rock and ash, with few signs of life. The dragon tribe had been waging a brutal war against the orcs, and it had taken a toll on the surrounding area.

"What's on your mind, Evelina?" I asked, noticing her worried expression.

"I'm just worried about tomorrow's journey to Vurdor," she admitted. "I've heard that the orc capital’s security is extremely tight, and I don't know if we're prepared for what we'll face."

I smiled without stopping my steps. "Don't worry, we'll have Princess Glasha. They wouldn't dare attack us,” I said confidently.

“I know. Still…” she stopped her words.

But I quickly caught what she meant. “Are you worried about the prisoners?” I asked bluntly. She wanted to save the young orcs, of course, she was afraid that I would make them our shield.

Evelina nodded.

“I told you it will depend on the orcs. But judging from Glasha’s twin personality, he shouldn't be that heartless.” Well, I hoped. This was a war, who knew if he took that decision?

Her expression lightened up a bit. "You're right."

"It's natural to feel nervous," I said. "But I have faith that everything will go smoothly and we'll be back in the Fortress in no time."

Just then, a servant approached us in a hurry. "Your Majesty," he said, his voice shaking with urgency. "Princess Glasha. She hasn't eaten since yesterday."

Evelina and I exchanged a look, and both of us understood why she did that. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention," I said to the servant. "I'll attend to it right away."

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