When you love your mate to her existence, you're doomed. And when Basilea was fading away, I knew I was going to lose her and myself.I didn't want her gone. I needed her, she was my life. How was I to function without her now? How was I to live without her, after knowing how good it was with her in it?*****This was not hell, this was worse than hell. This was another heaven's way of torturing me after casting me down to hell. My head was not functioning, it hurts too fucking much. My heart felt like it was ripped apart, shredded to pieces until reality meant nothing anymore.Basilea was the only focus, everything else was unimportant background noise. I didn't care, I just want her to wake up. I

Love. Loyalty. Immortality*****Two decades later"You're my king, you'd do it anyway," Basilea laughed as she sped up, fleeing, leaving me behind with her pet dragon."Oh, now you're just testing me, my queen." I teased the second I reached her side.We were roaming the hellish sky. It was our favorite pastime the moment Basilea was able to spread her wings and fly with confidence. Brontes, her favorite pet dragon would accompany us. We'd fly to take our minds off, and we grew closer to each other with every passing year. Even with decades behind us, we still find it exciting to spend time with each other. Always finding