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“May I ask why, sir?” I pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of my lighter. The flame casted a faint glow on my fingers before I snapped it shut. Taking a slow drag, I exhaled before answering. “I’m about to give them a gift.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “A token of my secret alliance with them. Like a truce.” Me making a deal with them? Yeah, that’s bound to raise some eyebrows. “A gift?” he finally asked, careful with his words.

Parkinson shouted. Immediately, Pharita rushed out of the house. "Thank you, thank you for coming." Jeffrey smiled and licked his disgusting lips. "You see her. She is mine." He said pointing at Pharita. "No, I am not yours. I don't even know you." Jeffrey got up again and tried to move closer and Pharita moved behind me. "Get him out of here!"

“No, it was not sweet, it was spicy.” “Spicy?” I chimed in, unsure what the King meant. “Spicy how?” “Spicy as in he put some chilli flakes on his pudding as he gave it to me. He made sure that I finished mine first before giving his so that I would still be in the bliss of the sweetness of the pudding so that I would not notice the chilli flakes and eat it right up. I cried due to the extreme spiciness of it. I hated him for a week for that prank.” The King laughed again as he finished his pudding. We all also finished our desserts and that ended our dine.

"Don't hunt it because you will never find it; not when it doesn't want you to. Make it come to you by luring it with a trap. Once I get to the palace I will send in people with an expertise in setting up traps to assist." With that, the whole elf tribe bowed their heads. "Thank you, Prince." The elf said with his head lowered in respect to Ace. "May the spirit mother guide you into becoming king." With that, the elf bid his farewell as he moved aside to let us through. We started to head forward again and I couldn't help but look back at how different the elves were to the other kingdoms. They were all fighters and hunted their own food. I don't see shops selling goods anywhere.

Leon The Sudden Sport festival—it was moments like this that made me enjoy being a royal and playing for everyone to see. When Sasha had picked the ridiculous name 'The Spicy Santas' for us, I couldn’t help but lower my head in shame, and luckily we were able to settle with The Crimson Crushers. I looked across the line at the Mean Greens and saw them looking serious. Elara looked like she was ready for blood, and Dominic was already in a professional stance, but my eyes drifted to Aurora.

“Accompany me to my brother's party!” "Hah? Aren't you embarrassed to show up with a creature like me?" Drex asked. "Why should I be? You're cute!" "Really? Can I have that roasted bird on the menu tomorrow?" Drex asked. “Yes, you can! I’ll have it prepared for you!” “Deal! I’ll accompany you tomorrow.” “Hehe, thanks, Drex! Erm... but if I let you go, you won’t bite anyone, right?” "Nope! But if an annoying elf bothers you, maybe I can give them a little nip for you," Drex answered.

I laughed as I hugged every one of them. "We heard you got married! Congratulations!" They all yelled. I gave a small smile. "Enough of that. I suppose you've all had breakfast? You all seem so energetic." "Ye,s we have." They began dispersing. Children's attention could shift so quickly. "Miss Elara? What is your husband like? Is he handsome like Princes on TV?" A little girl asked. "Hmm. I don't know, Aisha. He is just... perfect. Exactly like the princes you dream about." I placed a finger on her nose.

anniversary, holding the book we had made the year she turned three: a hardcover picture book titled The Warrior Queen and Her Dragon Daddy. It has illustrations of me bald and fierce in a hospital bed, Killian with a shaved head reading children’s books to my belly, Aurora tiny in an incubator with a cape. The last page shows the three of us on the swing under this very tree, the words: And they lived bravely ever after. Rory reads it aloud in her dramatic five-year-old voice, complete with sound effects. When she gets to the part where “the dragon daddy burned the bad contracts,” Killian pretends to breathe fire and all the kids lose their minds.

I breathe my fire ahead of me, ready to take out every one of these elves. “Bring her down!” an elf says and I recognize thaevoice. King Eldarion. “Daichi! The harpoon is earthen made! See if you can destroy it!” I yell, blowing my fire over the ground. As I fly over the elves, I hear another ‘thunk’. I scream, twisting quickly and feeling the air of the harpoon as it scrapes the tip of my wing. I blow my fire on it before slicing my fire through the air and back down to the ground. I continue blowing my fire, but there are a LOT of elves and they are working together using their earth elements to protect each other.

He declared with conviction. “Hey Osborne, our clients are taking so much of our time. So what do we do in the meantime? I'm getting quite bored already.” “Tell me baldur, don't you think Elsa will make a good consort.” “Of course she’ll take a look at those yummy bosoms.” “I’m sure you would like to know what she tastes like baldur, wouldn’t you? How about we have a taste of our goods before giving it to our client.” “You know, just to be certain that you’ll be an asset to our customers like we presume.” I could feel a lump in my throat at the realization of what they planned to do to me. Baldur had already begun to laugh in a maniacal manner.