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I can't believe she’s alive.
I can’t believe she’s gone.
It’s a strange headspace to be in, especially being I wanted to tear her head from her body when Knight told me what she did.
How could she?
Why did she?
Where has she been?
Obviously, the flames of a dragon can’t kill a royal, but I wasn’t trying to kill her. I wanted to torture her a little before the boys got ahold of her. Wherever she portalled to, it wasn’t before her clothes were turned to ash and the flesh melted from her bones, and it’s not like she can heal herself. She can’t get too far.
The dragon comes to me, gently dropping before me.
He lowers his jaw to the surface’s floor, his head still so much taller than my entire body.
A small smile covers my lips as I approach, and I don’t know why but sadness sweeps over me with each step I take.
I place my hand on the sharp scales, gently brushing the tips of my fingers over his gorgeous form. “Saved me again, huh, little dragon?”
The dragon huffs and I laugh lightly.
“Yeah, Yeah, I was only teasing.” I lean close, whispering, “You’re the real beast, aren't you?”
The dragon blinks, his giant eyes shining and whirling a deep emerald.
Longing washes over me, and in the back of my mind, the King’s words come once again.
When emerald eyes fall upon you, feast until you feel its soul...
I stare at the dragon, eyes narrowing, fingers twitching. The green bursts brighter, spinning, and I fall into their trance. Whirling and looping until I’m ten years old, swinging in the old park by my home, hands not that much bigger than mine pushing my back.
I laugh, jumping off and then suddenly I'm breaking the surface of water, spinning and splashing at the person who pushes me in. I dive under and suddenly I’m in my bed, buried by blankets as a weight falls on top of me laughing and tickling and I give in. I throw the covers from my face smiling up in a pair of perfect hazel eyes.
Hazel now hidden beneath an enchanted emerald.
I snap out of it, warm streaks running down my cheeks from tears I didn’t even feel fall. I step closer to the brilliant beast, pressing my palms to its face.
He turns into my touch, a low, satisfied sigh leaving him just as Knight’s warmth flows through the bond in my chest. And I know.
I know what I should have known all along.
This dragon isn’t just a dragon.
He’s my best fucking friend.
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Knight
I don’t knowhow to approach her. Will she flip out all over again, or will she be happy that she has her best friend, even if in the form of a dragon.
“Dragon’s get a lot of game, baby. He’ll be a happy one.”
I test out the words as the ground crunches beneath my bloodied boot.
She doesn’t turn, her arms flying around his neck even if they only reach a fraction of it.
