Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 330: Don’t Go Too Wild

Night had fallen deep, the hunt wrapping up without any sign of Godfrey. No telepathic bond linked her to him, and she couldn't pull herself back into his private space either.

Seated at the dinner table, Christine glanced toward Arthur Pendragon first, then at Isolde, whose meal sat untouched.

"What is it?" she inquired, setting down her utensils.

As Isolde raised her gaze, Arthur interjected. "Tomorrow is your day, you have to be prepared physically and mentally, so... eat."

"I don’t have the appetite." Isolde breathed out heavily, craning her neck side to side like someone might suddenly appear. She let out a sigh and stormed from the dining room, pouting.

Christine and Arthur exchanged glances, chalking it up to the weight of the upcoming event.

Heading back to her quarters, Isolde's mind floated aimlessly like a lone vessel on serene waters. She'd trained her entire life for this moment, yet with it so close, anxiety gripped her tight. She faced folks unseen for over ten years—or ever—and needed to command respect and authority, or risk being overlooked, her status and influence shattered on day one.

All of it fueled her deep yearning for him. Isolde ached to gaze upon that face, rest her head against his chest, and watch the tension dissolve. No way could she confess to her parents that the self-reliant daughter they'd raised truly lacked independence.

Truth be told, Godfrey underpinned so much of her world. He acted as that crucial puzzle fragment binding everything; removed, she'd shatter completely.

From her earliest years, he'd shadowed her like a fated companion, every step of her journey.

Isolde slammed her room's door shut and slumped back against it, hands clasped tight over her heart.

"Frey... Where are you?" she murmured softly, then strode to the window and flung it wide. The distant lake came into view, bordered by towering tree lines on either side, shimmering brilliantly beneath the moon's glow.

Isolde draped her arms across the windowsill, resting her head upon them, staring out at the pond while deep in contemplation.

’Did he head off to conquer a dungeon? Perhaps he's in Pathan. Why do I expect him here when he's swamped with his own tasks?’ She pressed her lips together firmly.

’I’m a burden. I pushed him aside to manage my issues alone, so he's free to do likewise.’ She exhaled deeply, puffing warm breath from her lips.

A sudden knock echoed. Isolde bounded like a startled feline, dashed to the door, and yanked it open, her eyes gleaming with raw longing.

The young male servant bearing a cloche of fruits sliced fresh by her mother flushed crimson under Isolde's piercing stare.

He dreaded her picking up on his thundering heartbeat.

Isolde caught it clearly, of course. She inwardly cursed herself, ridiculing her foolish dash to the entrance.

Disappointment flooded her gaze unmistakably as the servant placed the cloche down and slipped out.

She closed the door firmly and made straight for her bed.

’You can endure one day without him. I've trained relentlessly for this; I've tamed dragons. Godfrey isn't essential.’ Isolde told herself firmly, yet just as she settled onto the sheets, another knock resounded.

With a deep weary sigh, she approached the door steadily. "Is there anything els—?!" Her eyes flew wide at the tall blonde-haired man standing there.

His smile beamed, though she itched to smack that gorgeous grin right off.

Fury surged from out of nowhere, and she snapped. "What are you doing here? This is Selyne’ bedroom and I—!"

She shoved at him as he closed in, but Godfrey seized her wrist, whirled them both inside, kicked the door shut, and pinned her against it.

Flames nearly shot from Isolde’s eyes, yet her body betrayed her rage. Godfrey leaned close for a gentle kiss on her cheek, then dropped to one knee, lifting her left hand.

Isolde’s lashes quivered as he unveiled the ring.

Godfrey locked eyes with her. "I’ve been practicing for the entire day but couldn’t get it right. I might be a king, but there’s no shame in kneeling before my queen. Selyne or Isolde, you’re mine..."

Isolde blinked with wide-eyed innocence, her features locked in stunned stillness, rendering her all the more adorable to Godfrey. He grinned and eased the ring onto the fourth finger of her left hand.

It slipped smoothly past her elongated claws, nesting perfectly in place. Next, he fitted the eternity ring onto the same digit.

"...Forever."

He displayed his own rings. "Would you?"

Isolde nearly forgot to draw breath. The instant she slipped the rings onto his finger, she launched herself at him, legs locking around his waist.

Godfrey stroked her back tenderly and pressed a kiss to her hair. He carried her over to the bed.

Isolde’s crimson locks fanned out wildly, staining much of the pristine white bedding. To Godfrey, she looked utterly mesmerizing.

He lowered himself toward her, but Isolde’s finger halted his lips halfway.

"Get out."

Those sharp words quenched his desire instantly, yanking him back to the present.

"What?" Godfrey blinked in disbelief. He couldn’t trust his own eyes as Isolde hauled him outdoors. Joy so intense welled up in her heart that her eyelashes glistened with moisture.

"Give me an hour ~" She breathed softly into his ear, then slammed the door shut.

Godfrey glanced left and right across the hall. Fortunately, it stood empty; nobody had witnessed him being shoved outside.

What could she be up to?

Godfrey paced restlessly. Her words had set him off, leaving his body in turmoil. Urgently needing relief, he felt her driving him right to the brink.

A mix of excitement, curiosity, and nerves churned inside him all at once.

Isolde seemed far too alluring, completely undermining his confidence. It was almost as if they were reliving their very first time, only now he had taken the lead.

After some anxious waiting, the door clicked open, unveiling Isolde in black lingerie that boldly revealed much of her cleavage.

Revealing outfits weren’t her usual style, yet this one fried his thoughts entirely. Her hair remained wet, her fragrance assaulting his senses and luring him nearer like a creature driven by raw instincts.

The lingerie amplified her already captivating body even more.

Isolde nibbled her glossy lower lip and seductively swept a lock of hair behind her ear.

Godfrey lost track of time before capturing those tantalizing lips in a kiss. He backed her into the room, slamming the door shut with his heel as they collapsed onto the bed.

"Don’t go too wild~" Isolde gasped out between breaths.