Flavius and I spent the rest of the day in the war room discussing our next moves for the war with Soren and Dovydas. With evening upon us, everyone leaves to get ready for the ceremony.
I stand outside the temple doors with Flavius by my side. I brush my hands over my arms as I shiver from a chill that runs through my body. The doors to the temple open, and Sunniva calls us in. Flavius and I slowly walk into the room, our bodies exposed to all of the hordes. We head to the front of the room and face each other, with Sunniva standing near us. The room is dimly lit, the candles casting a golden hue across Flavius’s skin. “Tonight, two souls will be bonded as one. Forever held together by the ties of magic and love. Two people, brought together by fate, have decided to spend the rest of eternity together. Tonight, marks the start of a new life. From today forward, they will promise to love one another
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Dragon’s Breath Author Note
Hi lovelies, if you are reading this you have finally made it to the end of Dragon’s Breath. I am so glad you made it this far in my book. It has been such a wonderful journey posting the first book I ever wrote on here. If you have liked Dragon’s Breath so far stay tuned for the release of book two Dragon’s Blood. In the mean time show your support and please leave a review! I am excited to here what my readers have to say! Have a wonderful day and happy reading to all you lovelies.
Dragon’s Breath Chapter One
I push open the heavy iron doors leading to the throne room. The door screeches against the hard stone floor. Entering the spacious room, I am surrounded by the horde officials. They are all lined up side-by-side, facing fathers' throne. The ends of their gray robes trail behind them. Standing just feet away from him, I place a fist over my heart and bow in our traditional greeting. "Father,” I say, looking up at him. The depths of his cold violet eyes search mine. With a forced smile, he says, "You may rise." "Thank you, father, " I reply curtly. Standing straight once more, he lifts himself from the throne and moves closer to me and the horde officials in a composed manner. "As you all are aware, there is a rogue horde who calls themselves Betsalel. They have been threatening to attack from the south so as to claim our land for themselves,” father starts. “If they make it that far we will lose everything we have worked so hard to build. That
Dragon’s Breath Chapter Two
My heart drums in my chest as I follow my father into the room, closing the doors behind us. The inky blackness that surrounds my father engulfs me snuffing out the frail bit of light I have left. Now, only silence lingers in the air. I shiver, beginning to feel claustrophobic at our close proximity. I swollen the lump in my throat breaking the silence, "What was it you wanted to talk about?" I cringe when my voice cracks. He stares at me a moment, not saying a word. His emotionless eyes bore straight into my very soul. These moments of silence are what scare me the most. The longer he spends just staring at me, the more my heart rate picks up. "Eleonora, you are my only daughter, and I love you very much. You know that right?" He says seriously. my body goes rigid, as I feel my palms become clammy. What is he talking about? He never says he loves me. "Y-Yeah, I know," I say, stumbling over my words. The fear of what he is to say making me want to vomi
Dragon’s Breath Chapter Three
After hours of flying, I begin to tire. My wings burning with every movement of my body. I finally see the city of Mimmgar up ahead. It is made of many small buildings and houses surrounding a large castle. The castle is bright on the blue beyond. Every stone is even and square as if those who built it were set on perfection. The walls were made to protect a community, to echo with laughter, and be the shelter they needed for the millennia to come. I admire its bold beauty. I wrinkle my nose. While the sight is beautiful in a strange sense, the city reeks of humans. And I cannot believe I am to marry one of them. Doing just as my father told me, I fly straight to the castle at full speed. Looking down at the city below, I see people jumping and screaming in fright as my large shadow looms over them. This should not be their first-time laying eyes on a dragon. The smell of their fear fills me with a strange sense of delight. I want more of it, but unfortunately, I am
Dragon’s Breath Chapter Four
I shuffle to the dining hall trying not to trip over this stupid dress. Next time, I am getting myself ready. What could have possibly been going through their minds when they dressed me like this? I walk to the doors of the dining hall. Pausing before I push them open, I decide to alter my look just a bit. Though it would be nice to see their reactions to how I am dressed, I simply cannot risk offending them. Pulling the bright yellow dress up to my knees, I rip the fabric, tossing it to the floor. The once floor-length dress turns into a knee-high one. I then pull out the pins from my hair, allowing it to cascade down my shoulders. I am sure I still look terrible, but it must be better than before, I suppose. Shoving the doors open, I stride into the room. Many noble men and women are gathered, dressed in extravagant gowns and suits. All eyes are focused on me the second I enter, causing me to shrink away. I wish I could just leave. I despise being the center of attent
Dragon’s Breath Chapter Five
I wake up the next morning before sunrise. The castle is shrouded in an eerie darkness. On the mountain, everyone has usually risen before dawn to do the morning patrols around the territory. It would seem that I am the only early riser here. That is good, it means that I can have some time to myself without being interrupted. I peel the cold, crisp sheets from my body, feeling the morning air surround me. It has only been one night, and yet I already miss waking up in the mountain, surrounded by cool air and the smell of the outdoors. Here in this castle, the only thing I smell is the stench of perfume. I need to get out of here for a little while before I go insane. After washing my face and brushing my hair, I leave my room. I am actually quite glad I was shown around the castle yesterday. Now I do not have to worry about getting too lost. I make my way to the roof of the castle where I first landed when I got here. The morning air licks at my skin, and I ca
Dragon’s Breath Chapter Six
Entering the dining hall, I find the room empty except for a few maids cleaning. How odd. I thought there would have been people here by now. Maybe I missed breakfast? I did not stay out that long, though...did I? Turning around, I head back to my room. When I reach my chambers. I throw the door open and jump onto my bed, burying my face in the soft silky pillows. I am so bored. I normally have a lot occupying my time, whether it be training, reading a good book, or even taking care of Loki. But now I have hardly anything to do and it feels strange to me. I never thought I would miss my brother as much as I do. Even though Loki can be annoying, I actually miss the little guy. I can almost see him now, running into my room, trying to get me to play, jumping, and prancing around trying so hard to get my attention. I smile at the thought. I know it has only been a day since I have seen him, but he is one of the things that brings me joy. I do not find myself missin
Dragon’s Breath Chapter Seven
Since I have nothing better to fill my time, I begin to explore the castle in hope of finding anything that might be of interest. I could just ask someone to show me around, but really who do I have to ask? Walking through the halls, I take in the beauty of this place. While it may be much too extravagant for my taste, there is no denying how gorgeous it is here. The walls are all painted a pearl color. They are covered in different kinds of artwork ranging from portraits all the way to landscape. The portraits look to be of past kings and queens, each radiating power, and elegance. There are even some abstract paintings swirling with different shapes and colors, attracting the attention of any onlooker. The marble flooring is covered with thick red rugs, rimmed with gold. Above me hang golden chandeliers dripping with crystals. In some areas there are large stone statues of people and animals lining the castle walls. It is bizarre just how lifelike they are. If not for