I wake from a strange dream and for a moment I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing. I look over at the clock, 09:08 it flashes at me.
On the far left I see the Queen, beautiful with golden blonde hair artfully pinned in a bun, her eyes are a warm blue that draw you to her. She is very regal looking in her purple dress and golden crown adorned with wolves sitting either side of a dragon.
Oh crap, this looks like it could be bad.
Between us we decide, that if we want to be alone, then Rex and Tony will be our cover. But the general rule will be, that we will all be with her in a rotation cycle, of two on one off.
***Flashback Continued***We square
***CONTENT TRIGGER WARNING*** please be aware that the following content may be seen as triggering to some, however this is fiction and the actions/situations described are in no way condoned by the author.I'm dreaming of a young man, excited to be starting his first day at a training camp, he makes friends and
Lance. “Ouch! Will you be careful?! That Hurts!” The doctor is working on removing the arrow from my arm, but he is being especially rough about it. “Hold still, please your highness. It is embedded quite deeply into your muscle. If you wish to retain the full use of your arm, I suggest you stop complaining and sit still.” “Argh!” He pulls on it again, the pain is excruciating, this is the sec
“Very well. Drake I formally accept your request to marry my daughter and once Lilliana resumes her duties you will accompany her to enable you to learn how you can best support her. Rex and Tony are to become your personal security detail and I hope that this will prove to be a much more harmonious arrangement.”I cannot help but laugh at the last part and from his smile I can see my father sees the funny side too.“Thank you, father. I promise to make you proud.”“I know you will Lilliana, that is all I wanted to discuss with you all for now, you may do whatever you wish from here until things are settled once more.”At my father’s dismissal we leave the parlour and Tony hands Jacob back to me. I decide to go to my room, so I lead Drake and the others upstairs. Upon entering my room, I can tell immediately that it’s been kept clean and just as I left it, which is both a relief and a little sad, knowing that they believed me dead. “Here, I will take the little lad to our room and we
“Not to worry, it will take time, but he will become comfortable with us.”“Drake, would you like to meet him properly?”
I'm frozen in shock after my father finishes speaking, it's all I can do to hold tightly to Drake's hand, whilst holding a sleeping Jacob in my arms. Can this all truly be real? Or am
To have her in my arms again is amazing, I feel whole again, it's simply incredible. I never want to let her go; never again do I want to be separated from her. I feel her begin to shake a little and I realise that she is finally allowing herself to relax, I press my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. She smells different, like pine and fresh spring water.
After the deep cold and darkness that took over my body when I was shot the first thing, I feel is warmth. It's a strange warmth not, like a blanket or a warm bath but, drier more intense.
I throw myself off the cliff as I hear Rex and Tony yelling at me, terror in their voices. I am falling but I feel no fear of losing my life, instead I feel a change sweeping my body, everything feels stretched, but it’s as though a hidden piece of my soul has been unlocked.
I wake to a black wet nose in my face and hideous dog breath, that almost makes me pass out.“Ugh oh wow, Fang blagh go away I can't breathe.”
“I did do my job you’re the one who pointed a gun at us and killed her.”“How dare you?! That is slander and I will not stand for it!”