Before leaving the commander's home we take the time to clean up the house. I wrap his body in his bedsheets and place him in the front room where he can easily be found.
"Daniel, when we get back to the castle, inform a trusted guard of the commander's death,” I say. "Yes, your highness," He replies quietly with a nod. Grabbing the commander's journal, we take our leave and head back into the city. We walk in silence, the knowledge of Gwen's guilt weighing heavy on my mind. I am dumbfounded; what could Gwen have against me and my horde? why is she trying to hide the past? What is she after? Her actions leave me feeling perplexed, because there are no known connections between her and my horde. I cannot stand to think of this any longer. I will stop her; I must stop her. I do not know if I can handle a repeat of the past, I refuse to lose those closest to me again. What she haI walk shakily down the hall my legs trembling with every step. I stop for a moment to compose myself by taking a deep breath. I feel a hand clasp my shoulder and I jump turning to face person. I turn around and I am faced with Geoffrey's bright green eyes boring into my own. He looks down at me and laughs, “What has got you so shaken? Oh, let me guess you finally punched the wrong person and now father is mad at you,” Geoffrey guesses in a teasing manor. I roll my eyes, “Did you interrupt my day simply to say that.” “No what I really wanted to ask you is where you went this morning. You were gone for so long it was quite strange,” he says. “I have already been here for days but I still had yet to visit the city. Not to mention I wanted a sword made it can be hard to fight in a confined space such as the castle and I hate being disarmed,” I tell hi
Getting out of the tub, I dress in a white drawstring shirt and brown leather pants. Tucking the papers back into my bra, I leave the room and head to Gregory's office. I walk quietly through the halls once again checking my surroundings to make sure I am not being followed. Standing at the office door, I feel a thrill of graffitied excitement as I knock on the door. "Come in." Gregory's voice calls out. Walking in I see Evalene standing in front of his desk, talking in a hushed voice. "My king please reconsider, this is our son's future,” Evalene pleads. For the first time ever, I see actual rage on Gregory's face. "EVALENE! I have had enough of this conversation! I have other business to attend to, leave now,” he says in a brassy voice, slamming his hands down on his desk. The queen jumps in fright. She bows t
Flavius For two days now Neron and I have been asking around the tavern we frequent, to see if anyone knows anything concerning the commander's death. So far, I have come up empty-handed. The city doesn’t usually start comin to life until first light. So, it could be that no one was awake during the time the commander was killed. What's Ellie going to do if we have no useful information? What if I don't see her again? Ever since I've seen her in human form, I can’t seem to get her out of my mind. Everything about her draws me in. The confident way she walks, without a care in the world, that smug smile that grazes her face, when she knows she's right. The way her eyes blaze with a burning inferno when she's excited or worked up. I can't stop thinkin about any of it. I am a man bewitched by the beauty of a woman. But not in a bad way, no; I've been willingly bewitched. She has caught every part of my bein
Nora I watch anxiously from my window as the sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever onwards into the rich blue. It is a brilliant flower that is to warm our days, an invitation to a new start, one I worry about. For two days I have watched the sunrise and fall with no news from Flavius and Neron. I am beginning to think that maybe it was not right of me to involve outsiders in my matters. After all my request has done nothing but disrupt Flavius’s life. Would they have been better living in ignorant bliss? Maybe Daniel was right, I should not have told them, they very well could have betrayed us. At the thought of betrayal, my mood turns sour. I should not be thinking this way. But it cannot be helped, two days with no news from them is quite alarming, though it could be that they are too busy to come by. But they could have also informed Gwen of our plans by now. Maybe I should head into the city to check
I wake up early the next morning heading quickly out the castle to meet Flavius and Neron at the gates. Reaching the gates, I stand fidgeting impatiently until I finally see them, covered with the vibrant glow of the early morning sun. My eyes are immediately drawn to Flavius, today his dark curls are hanging loosely on his shoulders. He is wearing brown leather pants with a white open-collared shirt tucked into them. I cannot help but admire the way his shirt strains against his body with every step. As he gets closer, I notice a sword, wrapped in a thick brown cloth attached to his back. In a moment of excitement, I rush to meet them halfway practically skipping as I walk. I stand mere inches from Flavius, his body heat warming me to my very core. Letting out a shaky breath, I look up into his eyes. His eyes are like a maze, I cannot help but get lost in, the deep brown pulling me farther and farther away from reality.
I release Daniel lightly shoving him towards where Flavius and Neron are standing. "Of course," I respond, with a wicked smile. Gregory leaves the wooden chair, and I take his place. "You see, I am not as nice as the king, so I will only give you one chance, answer the question,” I demand Again, the man sneers, about to spit once more. But before he ever has the chance to, I clasp his left hand. Grabbing his pointer finger, I bend it back. The sickening crunch that follows has nearly everyone in the room cringing. Grunting in pain, he goes to pull his hand away, making me hold his finger tighter. I will not allow this piece of trash to disrespect me or anyone else in this room. I send a wave of my aura pulsating through the room. The butcher grunts under the pressure and finally submits to me. "Fine, you want to hear what I have to say, then I'll
Startled at my new revelation, I slowly peel myself from Flavius. Our breath comes out in short bouts as we stare into each other's eyes. "You have no idea how long I have waited for this," I say, my hands still buried in his hair, lightly stroking. "How long exactly have you been waiting to kiss me," he asks, chuckling. "I am not speaking of the kiss, what I mean is I have waited for you, my mate, a long time." "Mate?" He says puzzled. Smiling I grab his hand. "Come, we have a lot to talk about,” I say. Silently, he follows. Leading him down a stone path in the palace garden I take him to a bench that sits shaded by a large weeping willow. "We dragons have always been good at hiding our way of life. Part of that being mates; mates or soulmates, is the perso
The dining hall is filled to the brim with people, some I recognize, others I do not. Slumping in my seat next to Geoffrey, I await Gregory's announcement. After Flavius went home, Gregory called for a late dinner meeting. For what, I am not sure. Gregory makes a grand entrance, coming in through the main doors, Evalene hanging off his arm. Her blond hair is done up in tight curls hanging mostly loose, a silver crown with glittering diamonds placed atop her head. Gregory is dressed in long golden robes, his long silver hair pulled back into a half ponytail, with a golden crown placed neatly on his head. Everyone at the table stands to greet their king and queen. I am quick to follow, caught off guard for a moment but making up for it rapidly. As we resume our seats, Gregory takes his place at the head of the table. "Thank you for joining me tonight, my esteemed guest; I come before you tonight be