With Dreg now being very obedient. Everyone sat around the campfire, with Dreg sitting on the furthest side. “So when you are all healed up, go back and report what I said.”

“Princess, I do not think I will need to report it. Your father is on his way here himself.” Dreg lowered his head. He had to tell the truth, or more like he had no choice but to tell the truth about why his daughter was not returning.

“Oh? So did you snitch willingly or unwillingly?” Vinea’s eyes began to light up. She was about to jump on the fire and kill Dreg.

“I was forced to. I only wanted to report what you had told me, but the clan master used his bloodline suppression.” Dreg really did not wish to say a word about his one-sided crush being taken by another man, but he was forced to! Now the entire clan knows he lost the princess to an outsider even though he had been by her side for so many years.

“Is the bloodline suppression really that great?” Blake asked. He had been curious about it for a while, but he was not one to force others to do his bidding, but Dreg would be different.

“You can even make the target person kill themselves. It is not something we use often unless we are trying to extract information. Since only purebloods are able to use it, we do not need to worry about anyone abusing it. And if a family member does, they will be tortured for many years.” Vinea explained.

“I see… So….” Blake grinned at Dreg, who suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine. His eyes lit up as he commanded: “Dreg, I want you to give that tree a lap dance.”

“Pfft!” Mile burst out laughing. Forcing someone to give a tree a lapdance. It was too funny!

“Pleas….” Dreg wanted to resist, but he found a very powerful force completely overriding his own consciousness. It was much greater than when the clan master had used the bloodline suppression on him! With no control over his body, he got up and walked over to the tree not far away and began grinding up against it.

Mile seemed to have lost it as she rolled on the ground laughing. Vinea covered her mouth to hide her smile. She also found this to be quite an amusing thing. Blake chuckled as he sat there with both girls in his arms. Even when he felt the presence of someone coming his way, he did not move.

“Vinea, what are you doing?” A voice filled with anger rang out from the darkness.

“Before asking questions, shouldn’t you at least show yourself, or should I drag you out of there? I do not mind doing the latter. You see, I did not have enough fun earlier with Dreg before he woke my wife up.” Blake stared at a certain dark shadow with a mocking grin.

“Father, I think it would be in your best interest not to anger my husband. Or do you wish to go against the Drakani?” Vinea added, causing the person to hide in the dark to suddenly appear.

“Did you just say…” The man looked around thirty years of age, with pale skin and red hair. He looked at Vinea and then at Blake before bowing his head. “I apologize for my disrespect. My name is Vount Dracul.”

“It’s fine. I do as well. I did not realize you were Vinea’s father. My name is Blake Harris. It is a pleasure.” Blake stood up and bowed slightly as well.

“It is indeed. I should have announced myself, as you said. Dreg told me that my daughter had run off with some hooligan, so I came here to see for myself what had happened.” Vount explained. If he had known Blake was a drakani, he would have shown respect to such a god-like figure from the start.

“Well, I guess you should know that your daughter, as well as Mile over there, are now my wives. I know it is sudden, but it was something we all agreed upon.” Blake scratched his head. He felt slightly uncomfortable. After all, he had mixed up the order of things. He should have gotten approval from Vinea’s parents first before doing her to the point that she passed out.

“Haha! I couldn’t ask for a better outcome. To be honest, many of the side families have been trying to get me to marry her to their sons, but I refused all but one. And even then, I did not want to marry her to….” Vount was cut off as a rock flew past his head at an incredible speed.

“How dare you lie to my husband! You wanted to sell me off to the fucking pig!” Vinea yelled. She was quite angry that her father was trying to play down such an issue to make himself look good.

“Vinea, I would never do….” Another rock flew past his face, this time skimming his face, leaving a large gash.

“I do not want to hear it. If I had not taken a liking to Blake, I would not have returned home at all. I planned to run away! Humph! So much for fathers loving their daughters. They are just tools to push their own political agenda.” Vinea snorted. She knew very well what her father wanted. He wanted more backing so he could solidify his place in the new world.

Vount did not dare open his mouth again. He was afraid the next rock would pierce his head. But to his surprise, Blake pulled Vinea back. “Vinea, let me talk with your father. I need to discuss the things about the reglios. You can decapitate him with rocks later.”

Vinea pursed her lips before nodding and going to sit back down next to Mile. Vount never thought his unruly daughter would actually be so obedient. He realized that Vinea truly loved Blake to be willing to drop things so quickly.

Blake sat back down with a serious expression on his face. “Let’s get down to business shall we?”