The World Dragon's Heir - Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Dominic The Savvy?
He was wrong. Oh, so very wrong.

The fact that they did not particularly want the men who came looking for the ladies of Staptontave had no bearing on the fact that the other Noble Debutantes found it completely unacceptable that they should stop paying them any attention, much less move on to other ladies.

And the vengeance was in full swing not even five minutes after they had joined the party.

The sound of a splash drew Dominic’s attention, and he found a grim looking young lady holding back tears as she climbed out of the fountain.

Or perhaps that was just water running down her face.

But some of the water was red, and the Royal Guards were rushing over to heal her injuries before she went to change into something dry.

“What did I tell you?” Alexis whispered.

“That I know nothing about women, and this was bound to end badly?” Dominic asked, just now grasping how true that statement was.

“It was a mistake to house them here. You should have left them in the city, in the commoners area.” She corrected.

“They would all be dead by morning if I had. Plus, they’re cute. Half these soldiers would have been happy with a common girl who had some life skills and a dowry, but now they can tell their families that they married a girl from a proper Noble family.

That’s assuming that any of them survive the wrath of the other ladies, I suppose.

They’re a bit more upset than I expected.”

Alexis smiled and patted his shoulder. “Watch and learn. This is the true way of snark and backstabbing. See the girl in the cherry blossom hairpin? She’s about to drug the Baron’s daughter from Axbridge with an aphrodisiac.

They’ve been competing for Commander Dax, and haven’t noticed that he’s on to their games.

Then, we have the niece of a Margrave that fully intends to stab that girl in the red.

The veiled maids are on it, and all violence is strictly prohibited, so she will try to make it look like an accident.

Then we have the usual bullying, and Princess Poppy’s friends trying to hit on her brother while the Princess is distracted.”

Dominic laughed as Poppy caught one of her ladies in waiting sliding a hand up Prince Fahad’s vest. She was quite adamant that they were not here for that, and they had already had their chance to land the Crown Prince.

But what it looked like she wanted was for Fahad to make it no further than flirting during this event.

Conversely, she was actually quite skilled at introducing others. The soldiers who were a bit shy with the ladies were smoothly guided to groups with someone they had been covertly watching, under the guise of congratulating them on their achievements, and the clueless ones who weren’t getting that their advances were falling on deaf ears were guided by her friends to groups where they had a better chance.

“It’s brilliant, I tell you. I wonder if I would have learned any of these skills had I remained under my Uncle’s care?” Dominic pondered.

Alexis was certain that he would. His draconic lineage couldn’t possibly belong to the family lineage that he had known as a child, and someone would have inevitably ensured that he knew everything he needed before he was reclaimed by his real parents.

But she didn’t have the heart to say that out loud.

Dominic held tight to his childhood memories, even if he had gifted the house that he grew up in to the Witch Coven. That was a move that she did not understand at all. But perhaps he just wanted someone to make better memories in the old house to replace the bad ones.

Dominic wasn’t that deep. He had simply given them the house because it was the one best suited. If he wanted to feel nostalgic, he would just go visit them.

Alexis noticed that Dominic was sneaking away again, and watched as he deftly disarmed a debutante, and replaced the broken glass stem in her hand with a paper plate holding a pastry.

“Sorry about that, those glasses are a bit fragile, they’re an experimental design from the factories, and it seems they still need work.

I will be sure to improve the next batch. Have you met Abe and John yet? Both are fine young men, and they’ve gained Knighthoods from the King.

Abe, John, meet…”

“Melissa of Kern,” the girl added politely, looking disinterested.

Abe smiled at her. “Mellie? I haven’t seen you in years. To think you’ve grown so much.”

The girl looked confused, but Abe paused to give her a moment to remember him before he gave in and just told her.

“My father financed your family’s new granary and milling company ten years ago. For a few summers, I was constantly at your house, helping with the errands while they negotiated the business deals.” He explained.

“Potato? POTATO!”

Abe patted her on the shoulder with a smile. “I knew that you would remember eventually. But if the Duke hadn’t said your name I would have never connected that little girl to the beauty you’ve grown into.”

John winked at Melissa. “Don’t think that you can just call him Potato and then change the subject. We’ve got to know how Able Baker grew out of a boy named Potato.”

“Why do you call him that?”

“Because I’m the only one who can bake biscuits without burning them. Able Baker.”

“He peeled a potato for me and told me it was an apple. But it was delicious, and I chased him around for weeks demanding more. That’s how he became potato.” Melissa explained, then waved someone over.

“These are my roommates from the Academy. Girls, this is John, and that handsome fellow is Potato.”

“You found him? He’s an actual real person, not a story you made up to make your childhood sound less boring? But what is his real name?”

“You don’t need to know that. Now that I have my Potato, I will have him locked down by the end of the day.”

“Feisty, I like that. But we can discuss the details in private later.”