Brishor looked at Chezzal. The feeling they experienced when Meryl said that she was not going to live more than a hundred years—it sliced their hearts with a jagged shard.
“And you both look so young even though you are hundreds of years old. I will start losing my youth in a few years. My skin will become wrinkly. Will you still like to stay with me?” asked Meryl, doubting their conviction about mates. “The fact that you both are not getting older means that you are immortal, but the truth is that I will die.”
Chezzal shifted uneasily in his place, while Brishor placed his palm on her cheek and brushed the soft skin with his fingers. “We will find a way to make you immortal,” he said in a quiet voice that was etched with worry.
She laughed as if to dismiss his notion. “How is it that you both
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With arms locked together, they crossed one street to another. Chezzal leaned down to whisper, “It seems that you are the center of attraction.”“Yes, a mortal amongst them, I guess,” she said in a low voice. “I am definitely the odd one out!”“That’s just a part of it. The fact that you are with me also makes a difference. The king and I are the two of the wealthiest and most sought-after bachelors in this city. You wouldn’t know how many unmarried dragon females and females from other kingdoms have been competing for our attention,” he boasted.She shook her head. “Gods, you are such a braggadocio!”“I am not bragging, but you can’t imagine the number of debutant
Meryl was dressed in a lovely white dress with pale blue accents and golden beading and flowing sleeves. A two plated gold choker covered much of her neck. Bangles of gold glimmered around her wrists. The maids made her wear matching anklets and her sandals were soft, padded and golden. They left her auburn hair open and wove tiny gold beads in them. A thin circlet of gold leaves crowned her head.When Hesalth finished, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Her eyes were moist with emotions and she said with a sigh, “Oh, Lady Meryl, you look so beautiful that not a single woman in this kingdom or the other can compare. You look much more gorgeous than Queen Penny, and that is saying something.”Meryl chuckled. “You just like me too much, Hesalth.” She really would have loved to meet Penny if the circumstances were right,
Jealousy spiked in her chest and she felt like pulling Brishor from there. But comprehension struck. Why should she be jealous when— She turned her gaze away to look at the couples dancing in the center of the hall. They looked so graceful and beautiful together. The dragon females were exquisitely dressed. They had such pronounced features and were taller than her. She was perhaps the shortest in the entire crowd and perhaps the most petite. Inadvertently, her eyes went back to Brishor. She saw that he was accosted by more courtiers and Tere and her friends had stepped away. All of a sudden, she noticed that Angus pointed in her direction and spoke in low whisper to Tere. She smiled and dipped her head slightly in acknowledgement. Angus went to Brishor while Tere walked in Meryl’s direction, and Meryl was totally flabbergasted. Dread grew in her like cold waves. She watched the confident gait with
“Oh, wait!” Morana intervened. “Once he breaches your virginity you will have more rocky nights. He loves to have sex with bound and gagged females. He will tie you up in ropes and all,” she said waving her hands in the air, “and then hang you up in the ceiling and have sex with you.” She fanned her face. “Gods, it is so hot!” She swiveled her head to Meryl. “I have heard that Chezzal also loves all that and more.” She smacked her head. “I am sorry to have revealed all that to you and not leave as a surprise.”“Royal slut!” Rene tittered. “That sounds like a nice name for a woman like you. Meryl, the royal slut,” she said, writing the words with her fingers in the air. And as she wrote the words appeared in golden dust that disintegrated the moment the words completed. She leaned forward and curled her fin
Why was she hearing her father’s voice or was it just an illusion? The fingers gestured to her to follow them. And so, Meryl followed. Mesmerized, hoping for a miracle, she followed for a long time till she was deep in the forest. The fingers pointed to her left, and an icy burst of surprise surged in her when she found herself looking at the blue sizzling ring of the portal. She stifled an excited squeal. When she looked back to thank the shadows, there was nothing present. She pressed her hand to her mouth and realized that the shadows guided her. She giggled and then without another delay, she rushed towards the portal. As and as she inched towards it, it started to sizzle all the more and grow in size. Meryl came to stand right in front of it and the portal was as tall as her. The blue lights of the portal shimmered on the snow and the forest around her shone dimly. The effect was riveting. She
Meryl peeked from her place around the edge of the stairs. When she looked straight up, she saw her stepmother, Lady Judith. Her hair was a mess. She loomed over the railing so steeply and dangerously that with one push she could topple down. It seemed that she had too much to drink, but she never acted like this before. This was more than just drinking. She seemed to be on a high. Her face was looking haggard even from her distance. Judith swayed and danced away from the railing with her hands up in the air, humming a song with her nasal voice that sounded like a crow’s call. Once again she came to the railing and bent over it dangerously, the decanter in her hand turning parallel to the ground and spilling its content. She stood straight all of a sudden and took the decanter to her mouth and chugged at its contents. Judith threw it down the railing and wiped her mouth with her sleeve.
“This is absolutely ridiculous! I think you have heard wrong, Patsy!” Meryl said a bit loudly. “I will never accept to become Lord Alex’s wife.” Her stomach dropped. What about Brishor and Chezzal? She couldn’t betray them. But what was she even thinking? She had run away from Galdere, from the two dragons only for her people. And now that she had a chance to salvage their situation, she was balking? “No!” Patsy stared at Meryl with eyes full of gloom and dashed hopes. “M’lady, I don’t know about your mother, but no one is going to force you into marrying Lord Alex. However, this is the only way you can save us and you know it. People in Windley would not see how much you will benefit; they will only see their benefit. If you won't accept Lord Alex’s proposal, you will deprive us of the only chance we have ever had in so many years.” Patsy was kneeling in front of her. She held Meryl’s hands and her
“Shut up Morana!” Tere snapped. “You weren’t at fault.” She looked at Brishor and said, “I already told you that Meryl was a bitch. She is not worth you. She is too rustic and uncouth and doesn’t know what to talk with others. You should throw her in dungeons for speaking to Morana like this. Morana is the nobility and she is the one who suits you better.” A roar sounded and the next instant a slap landed on her cheek. Tere went flying, crashing into the stone railing which splintered on impact. Shocked as hell, she yelped in pain as others gasped. The crowd behind them started dispersing. “Brishor!” Angus yelled. “How dare you?” He lunged at Brishor but Chezzal came to stand in the way and Angus collided with the General. He flung his hand at Chezzal, trying to punch him on his head, but Chezzal held his fist midair and punched him in his belly.
“What is it?” Brishor said, his face drained of color. He looked at Chezzal who was looking as ghastly as the past several hours. He had to give it to Chezzal that he had more strength than him in such situations. “Oh! Another head is forming!” The healer informed her. “Push, Meryl!” Meryl pushed again with whatever energy she was left with. “We got another boy!” The healer announced. Cendyt rushed back and was now going crazy! “I got two grandsons!” she cried out of pleasure. Brishor came to stand right beside Meryl on her right. “My queen,” he whispered as he held her hand and squeezed it softly. “You’ve made us so proud.” A teardrop fell on Meryl’s hand.
Meryl had had a long chat with Cendyt about heats. Cendyt had told her the implications of it. She had said that it had been hundreds of years since Galdere has seen the face of a royal child. The reason why she was interested in marrying and putting up with Tere’s bullshit was that she wanted a baby, an heir for Galdere. Tere was ready to marry Angus, but Brishor wanted to find his third mate. In case Brishor never married or never found his mate, Angus’s child would have been the heir to the throne.Cendyt had made it amply clear to Meryl that she wanted grandchildren and wanted them fast. She also said that female dragons came in heat once a year, but she didn’t know what was the case with her, because she was turned. Meryl thought it was better to watch and wait. Maybe, she was going to exhibit the same traits as any other dragon female.
Chezzal thought that he had got inside her too fast. What about her pleasure? He thrust inside her lazily and kissed her lips. He nibbled at her bottom lip and whispered, “I want to go down and lick you.”His dirty words aroused her as hell. She bucked her hips into his to show what she wanted. He chuckled. “You are wicked.”He pulled out and started kissing her. He left a trail of kissed all the way from her lips to the hollow of her neck, her breasts, belly and then to her sex. Once there, he licked off her juices with his tongue until she started groaning needily.“Ah! I can't take it anymore,” she hissed. Brishor turned his face over her chest and began suckling them lazily.Chezzal lifted his head up to see
Brishor set Meryl on her feet. There was so much brightness around her that it blinded her for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself surrounded by huge mountains and snow all around interrupted by tall firs and pines. The snow was fresh and glistening on the mountain slopes as the sun shone brilliantly over them.“Where are we?” she asked, when Brishor took her hand and tugged her to a log cabin that stood on a ledge of a slope, surrounded by a thicket of pines, just a few meters away. The cabin looked… dark and lonely. It was as if there was no one around it. With snow crunching under their boots, and her sandals, they stepped ahead. But seeing that her sandals had become immediately wet, Brishor picked her up. Cold wind blew and fluttered her veil. She wondered how cold this place would be at night. Chezzal came from behind and lifted her veil.
Meryl climbed the dais, her gaze locked with his through the veil. Brishor couldn’t wait to touch her, so he took her hand and helped her climb the steps of the dais. When she came to stand beside him, Brishor couldn’t help thinking that he was the luckiest man in the Lore. His gaze was fixed on her as her maids helped her with the train of her dress. When she was settled, Brishor took her hand to his lips and kissed it as he stared through her veil into her eyes. He just couldn’t help it. “You look beautiful,” he breathed. Meryl’s face heated up and her heartbeat accelerated. Brishor would have continued to look at his mate had the priest not coughed up. “Your Highness, should we start with the ceremony?” Meryl chuckled and Brishor had to leave her hand. They turned to look at the audience and the priest began to chant ancient liturgy. As soon as
Brishor was nervous like a boy who was going to get his first kiss from his girlfriend, or from any girl for that matter. His mother had taken Meryl from their room saying that she needed to be dressed properly because the girl was about to become the queen of Galdere. That’s why Brishor was left alone with Chezzal and Ludwig.Ludwig was making a huge commotion. He blamed Brishor for delaying and because of him, he wasn’t able to meet Penny. It had been close to two hours and the men in the room had become edgy. The servants were supposed to be happy because their king was getting married, instead they were scared when the three mighty men may burst with anger.“You are looking gorgeous!” Ludwig grated. “I am sure you look better than Meryl even. Now will you just walk out of here and get married?”
After what she did to Meryl, Tere wasn’t allowed anywhere near the royalty. Angus was taken out of the prison and when she came to know she had rushed to meet him, but Tere wasn’t allowed to enter the palace by the guards. Even her father’s influence couldn’t get her there. Later, she came to know that Dirk was informed that his daughter was banned from entering or meeting Angus or for that matter any other royalty.Tere was shocked. Her bitterness rose to the next level against Meryl and now she needed solid revenge. That is why when Dirk was invited to the ball, she made a plan in which she was going to use the same tactic she used last time. Her father would put her down, make her feel low and then Meryl would come out, feeling like a doormat.Dirk had somehow smuggled his daughter in the palace’s grounds the previous nigh
Meryl lips curled up. “I am yours…” she breathed.Brishor pulled her up and crashed his lips over hers in a chaste, yet passionate kiss. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear and twirled her once again. She squealed merrily as he brought her to a stop in his arms.A few moments later, other couples joined them on the dance floor and a mood of merriment was set.Brishor gave her to Chezzal after the first dance and then went to talk to his mother and other guests who had surrounded her. Since the wedding was in two days and since Galdere kingdom was witnessing a royal wedding after a long time, his mother was of the opinion that not only the netizens of Galdere should be invited, but kings and queens of other kingdoms too should be invited. And Brishor really didn’t wa
71Meryl lay between her mates, post coital. If having sex like a human was thrilling, having sex like an immortal was like a bomb blast. She was heaving, sweat slicked and glowing. She was exhausted and wanted to sleep. As for the dragons, they wanted more. “You both can now go to hell,” she chuckled.“Then you are coming to hell with us,” Brishor said as he nipped her earlobe.“No, I am going to stay right here,” Meryl laughed.Chezzal coiled his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest. He tucked her head beneath his chin and closed his eyes. “She is tired, Brishor. Give her some time to be ready for us.”“Yes, I will be ready in another two day