Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Eight – "Possession and Pouting"
Sylvanna stood in front of Crow, arms folded, lips tight with annoyance. Her aura of divine authority flickered with sharp intent—but even that couldn't suppress the growing swarm of affection-driven chaos around him.
Rose had climbed halfway up the throne again, arms wrapping around Crow's right, eyes dreamy.
Lyravex, not to be outdone, clung to his left, forehead resting on his shoulder as she whispered, "You're mine, Master…"
Sylvanna snapped.
She appeared in a flash of golden light directly between them, grabbed Rose by the collar of her armor, and Lyravex by the back of her cape, yanking both of them off him like unruly children.
"No more climbing on him!" she growled.
Rose blinked. "You're jealous."
Lyravex smirked. "She wants head pats too."
Sylvanna's ears turned red.
Crow sighed, rubbing his forehead. "All of you—behave."
He glanced at Xar'Zenth, who was curled in a corner of the throne room the size of a mountain, snoring peacefully. The dragon cracked an eye open and muttered, "This is why I sleep."
Ignoring the tension, Rose stood up again, determined. "If I can't be on his lap… I'll just sit beside him."
She plopped down beside his throne, leaning on his leg.
Lyravex followed. "Fine. But I'm hugging his arm."
Sylvanna sat on the other side, stiffly… but after a long pause, scooted just a little closer.
Crow, now surrounded again, sighed louder.
"I should've stayed in the car."