Dragons VIII

Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Damn it... Fine."

"Excellent." Valeris smiled, her crimson eyes gleaming. "Then prepare yourself, Asher Magnus. Because from this day forward, you are no longer just a warrior—you are the butler of the Dragon Prince."

Serena was still chuckling to herself when Valeris turned to her.

"And you, human girl."

Serena stopped laughing instantly. "Huh?"

"You will accompany him as well," Valeris said casually, inspecting her nails. "My son requires not only a butler but also a handmaiden. And since you seem attached to Asher, I see no reason why you shouldn't share in his duties."

Serena's jaw dropped. "EXCUSE ME?! Handmaiden?! Are you out of your damn—"

"Done," Asher said quickly, cutting her off before she could say something that might get them both roasted alive.

Serena turned on him, eyes blazing. "Oh, hell no! You don't get to just 'done' me into servitude!"