Flavius
I'm stirred awake by a beating roar of thunder, and the pounding of rain against my window. Slowly, I sit up, rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes. Tossing my woolen blankets to the side, I set my feet on the cold wooden floor. Grabbing my boots from where they sit next to my bed, I slip them on.
While I'm getting ready to leave, I can't help the worry that pulses through my veins like fiery venom. Having never learned how to fight, I have to wonder if I'll even be any good. I know that physically I am strong, working as a blacksmith most of my life has gained me immense physical power. But what good will I be fighting against dragons? A human could never face the f
I lift the spear up, examining it. It's lighter than I thought it would be, and I've never seen a metal like this. "What’s this made from? The craftsmanship is impeccable,” I say in awe. Soren smiles triumphantly, "You have a good eye. I am not surprised you have never seen thematerial;it is native only to dragons. It is known as dragon's ore,” he tells me. "What exactly is this 'dragon's ore'?" I ask. I've never heard
Nora "Are you all right,your highness?" Gwen's meek voice calls out from behind me. With my jaw clenched,I glance back at her callously.Is she seriously asking if I am all right?Do I look all right?Rather than getting to spend my morning with Flavius, I have been subject
As I rouse from a heavy slumber,I am first aware of the coolness of the air and its fresh earthy fragrance. My clothes are damp as a flower in the dew of dawn. Peeling my eyes open,I sit upand take in the shafts of fading moonlight the burst through my open window. Waking up has been harsh, especially since my dreams have been better than reality. The saddest part is, eventually memory of these dreams will fade, and I will be left to deal with the hard truth of reality. Tossing my blankets aside,&nbs
A cold sweat beads rapidly down my body as I stand frozen in the dimly lit room,facing my father. He stares at me,his thorny gaze tearing me up from the inside out. "I knew I should nothave let you go toMimmgarwith your brother. If you had not been there, this never would have happened,” he bites out coldly his every word piercing my heart like being stabbed by a knife.
Sixten Poulsen? I have never heard of him before.How is it that he knows of me, but I have never heard of him? "It is quite rude to show up on someone else's lands unannounced. I find it hard to believe that you are only here so as to lay eyes on a beautiful woman. All dragons have beauty. Why waste time looking for one you have never seen?" I question.
After a few short hours of sword and combat training with Soren, I decide to head outside and visit my brother's tomb. As I am walking through the halls,I spot Sixten up ahead of me. I walk faster in order to catch up with him. "Where are you going?" I ask when I'm within earshot. He turns around to face me with a smile, "Greetings to you too,princess, I am on my way to go pay respect to your dead. I heard the chieftain’s son p
My heart clenches in pain thinking back to how I was used by Sixten. I will never allow myself to be used like that again. Looking up at Flavius, I give a weak smile. "I met Sixten, my first love, eight years ago,shortly after Fafnir died,” I begin to tell. Flavius stares down at me thoughtfully, urging me to continue. "He came to my horde to conduct business with my father. When I met him, he was charming, graceful, an
I move my chess piece once again knocking out Gregory’s king, winning the game. “So how has the wedding planning been going so far?” Gregory asks while clearing the chess board. “Honestly, working with your wife is even less manageable than I thought it would be. Why does planning a wedding have to be so hard?” I whine leaning back into my chair. Sitting up, I look at Gregory closely, “How have things been on your end?” I ask. “I ha