~DAHLIA~
The journey to Drakarith is long. Brutal. And without rest. But I am not going to die that easily. I didn't stay alive all these years just to simply watch Andessa and her rotten fertilized eggs completely pollute everything that my father worked so hard for. I am not going to die. Sitting shackled inside the steel cage transporting me to Drakarith, I try to make more sense of my surroundings with the help of the morning dawn now rising. The soldiers accompanying me on this exiled journey are not Velmirian. They are Drakarithian soldiers. Andessa probably had them on standby back in Velmira to whisk me away as fast as she could. Velmira has long since vanished beyond huge mountain cliffs, swallowed by thick white mist and an ancient wall of magic wards and shards that was built many centuries ago by the ancestral Dragon Kings of Drakarith. The wall of dragon magic now grants limited access to our human kingdom of Velmira after our alliance with them was forged. An alliance I just got to know about last night. The wagon jolts violently over uneven rocks along the path, dragging me farther away from the only home I have ever known. Never before have I ever dreamt that I would be a tribute. Yes, I always knew I may never marry someone I love. That my marriage would be only for the better interests of the Kingdom of Velmira. But this…. sending me to Drakarith as a queen tribute is both a grave insult to me and a death sentence despite the alliance. Andessa planned this from the beginning. She watched my father grow weak, pretended to care, tore me away from him, all the while poisoning him in secret. And now, he is dead. I have been betrayed and casted away. Discarded like trash and stripped of my rights as the Crown Princess of Velmira. But I will not break. Even if I am going to die, I will not die the way Andessa intends. The wagon rattles on towards a landmark boundary. The world ahead of the path near the boundary begins growing darker. More wild. As the wagon passes the boundary, I look back and watch the rest of the lush golden fields of the outskirts of Velmira fade into twisted forests with charred burnt trees, cracked bare earth, and the air begins to smell of smoke and complete desertion. Like death and violence. I look up and even find the sky above that was bright and blue now slowly turning dark grey, as if a thunderstorm is coming. I am no longer in Velmira. But wait, is this the Drakarith? The great, Almighty Drakarith?! There is an unnatural silence everywhere around us as the wagon keeps moving on. Even the horses seem uneasy, their ears flicking back and forth in distress with their low neighing sounds. But we keep moving on until nightfall. Not stopping even for a few seconds. “We've reached the Frozen Pass,” one of the soldiers tells another who looks like he's the one in charge. “Keep moving,” the soldier in charge replies. The convoy doesn't stop journeying ahead. I quickly look around me despite the darkness only dispersed by the burning fire torches carried by the soldiers. I have heard stories of the Frozen Pass. This place further separates the world of the humans completely from the world of the dragons. The night wind howls coldly, slicing through my thin dress and making me bite back a sharp shiver. Time passes, and I don't count how long, but later, my eyes land at a vast wasteland of ash-covered earth just ahead of us, bordered by black mountains on the sides with the mountains looking like volcanos that are bleeding red fire lavas from the top. As we pass by the mountains, I gasp. Bless the Creator. Those mountains are indeed volcanos bleeding red molten fire lavas with their colors and smokes bathing the sky above them pure red. After we pass the volcanos, I am met with another sight that steals another gasp from me. Further ahead in the distance, nestled between two towering mountain peaks, stands what looks like a mighty fortress with equally mighty tall entry gates that appear so black even in the darkness of the night. All I can instantly think about is this must be the domain of the Dragon King. I suck in a sharp breath. It is intimidating and unlike anything I have ever seen. And in there, the Dragon King is probably awaiting me. A ruler who sits upon a throne earned with blood, his kingdom built upon the ruins of those who dared defy him. Some say he is immortal. Untouchable. Others claim he is a monster, more beast than man. A warlord who crushes his enemies without remorse. And now, I am being sent to him as an offering. His Queen Tribute. I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood. No. I am not an offering. I am not prey. I am a wolf. And wolves do not give up without a fight. The wagon reaches the entry gates and passes through, and I find myself staring up at massive spires jutting into the sky. Some of their tips are crowned with dragon statues bearing massive bowls that breathe and burn real fire. Also, the walls of the fortress are pure obsidian, looking smooth, very dark, and reflecting the flickering flames that burn in the braziers lining the fortress. Chills upon chills run down my spine and entire body. This place looks like an absinworm beast more than large enough to swallow me alive if I am not careful. But I plan to be. I already have so much I have planned to achieve for myself in this place. The first is to NOT DIE. The wagon reaches the entrance of the fortress building, and waiting right there at the entrance, standing alone like a shadow carved from the night itself, is a man in black armor lined with gold and a kingly crown upon his head. His presence is so powerful that it can be felt like cold mist dew sinking directly into my veins. Even the soldiers around me seem to tense at his presence. This man must be Azraelyrs. The Dragon King of Drakarith.~DAHLIA~I will survive this kingdom.No matter what happens next, I will not be a slave.Being a human princess already puts me at the bottom of the survival chain here, but I am this man's Queen Tribute.And I plan to use so much of that to my advantage.One of the Drakarithian soldiers opens my cage and brings me down. The ground burns into the soles of my bare feet.It hurts.As the soldier drags me forward, I refuse to stumble.Not now in front of Azraelyrs.The Dragon King stands at the top of the grand staircase. His eyes sweep over my form, eyes shining like an inferno of burning gold. Even from a distance, I can feel the intensity of the authority he carries. The brutal force of his raw power rolling off him in waves.He is taller than I expected to see like the rumors said. A heavy fur-lined cloak drapes over his broad shoulders, giving him an air of savage royalty. The crown upon his head is a dark, jagged metal that looks like metal dragon claws curled around his temples.
~DAHLIA~The dungeons of Drakarith are unlike any prison I have ever seen or imagined.There are no rusted bars, no damp stone dripping with the stench of decay.Instead, the stone walls have molten lava flowing through the black cracks. The heat here is unbearable, forcing sweat to spill out everywhere on my body.Even the very breath I take is hot and it burns.But the worst part isn’t just the fire.It’s the silence. A kind of silence that makes me fear and wonder if I am the only living soul here.What I am beginning to understand in this place is that just because I was brought here as a Queen Tribute, doesn't mean things will be easy for me.Right now, I am seated in one of the cells, faraway from the walls.The guards chained my wrists, and the metal cuffs are searingly hot against my skin. The moment those cuffs were locked into place, I felt a strange sensation that instantly paralyzed my body with weakness.I can still feel the weak sensation. Something from these cuffs is s
AZRAELYRS The scent of human grief is an acrid thing. Like bitter, smothering poison coiling between their lowly, degrading flesh and bones. Dahlia carries this bitter poison within her, and I can see the pain contained in her icy ocean blue eyes. But behind the grief, behind the venomous hatred in her eyes, there is something else that traps my attention. Something else far more valuable. Potential. Despite the dirt on her skin and face, my new queen-to-be meets my cold eyes without fear. I take in the way her chin is lifted. Bold and stubborn. She is smart and demands what she wants. And clearly, I can see she is not one who gets afraid easily. Even if she is pretending, well, it means that she is really, really good at it. And who am I to let such a beautiful talent slip through my fingers at this time when I need such a gift the most? Dahlia has boldly offered me a deal soaked in blood. To kill her step-siblings on our wedding day. Her words were spoken like a curse she l
~DAHLIA~When I wake up the next morning, the light strikes into my eyes from outside the high open windows of the cell.I squeeze my eyes shut instantly and stir on the floor.I couldn't sleep well last night. Even now, my mind is still filled with bitter memories I can't forget.I dreamt of my father. Of his weak, last breath before he passed away.I also dreamt of Andessa’s false accusations against me as she claimed my father's throne. Publicly humiliating me in my father's corrupt court with Alistair and Cressida bullying me before everyone like they always do.The both of them watched as my world crumbled around me.I will watch them burn.Gathering strength into me, I manage to sit up, my bones aching me. Father's last words to me rings inside my head:‘Andessa poisoned me. Trust… no one….’He trusted the wrong person. Even he once told me that trust is a tricky virtue. One that must be thoroughly earned.Yet, he didn't heed his own advice. He fell too quickly for that snake An
~DAHLIA~Silence fills the room.I exhale slowly again before turning my attention towards the large window at the far left end of the wall facing my bed.Curious, I walk away from the mirror towards the window.When I reach it, the view I meet steals my breath away.The lands I am seeing may be barren, but they stretch out so vast and endlessly as though they have no ends. The horizon swallows itself, a mirage of heat distorting the edges where the earth meets the sky.From where I am, staring downwards, I can tell that I am very high up in the fortress.Surviving a fall from here is completely impossible.I take a step back, but not too far away. The morning sky is bright and painted with thick white blue clouds.But it is not the clouds, neither is it the deadly highness of where I am in the fortress, that unsettles me.The thing that unsettles me the most is the absence of dragons.There are no dragons blocking out the sun and white blue clouds from my view.Aren't dragons suppose
~DAHLIA~The doors boom shut behind me, causing me to flinch a bit.Keep it together, Dahlia.My heartbeat rises with the uneasiness settled deep in my bones, but I force my hands not to tremble.Looking around, I instantly feel swallowed up by the large room adorned with bronze patterned stone walls and a massive bed dressed in the richest blood red fabrics I have ever seen. There are golden fire candelabras with their flames casting dancing shadows across the walls behind them in soft glows. A king’s domain. Fitting for the ruler of a kingdom as dominating as Drakarith.It's a little hot in here, and I rub my arms slightly, also inhaling the sweet scent of oils mixed with warmed water and steam that is filling the atmosphere and mingling in a way that prickles my skin. At the far end of the room, there is a corner covered with long flowing curtains hanging down a shiny rail pole. The curtains are white and very light, and I can clearly see the silhouette of someone getting up fro
~DAHLIA~Our eyes are trapped into each other, but my senses are so alert and aware of his delicious scent of spicy bergamot, intense patchouli, cinnamon, and subtle hints of dark chocolate and sea salt that makes me feel like I am mentally drowning in an endless sea.My breathing trembles, and I fight desperately to keep my eyes locked onto his golden gems, not daring to look down past his sculpted waist.But I am itching to.No, focus….“Oh Dahlia,” Azraelyrs draws close enough for his lips to brush my ear. I force myself to remain like a statue, even though my traitorous body is tempting my hands to touch him.“You dream too much, Princess.”I stiffen.The title makes my fingers tighten at my sides. Princess. That is what I was. What I should have replaced with a queenly Velmiran crown upon my head.But I am not here as a ruler.I am here as a tribute.A queen offering, sent against my will. A pawn in a game I did not choose.But that does not mean I will remain a pawn.Azraelyrs i
~ DAHLIA ~By the time the dusk of the day turns into nightfall, the entire fortress has been transformed into a paradise of a feast celebration.Holding up my enormous blood red gown as I gracefully descend a staircase, leading to a wide corridor, I look outside through the windows by my right and see lanterns suspended in the air with their bright golden lights shining across the walls of the fortress and everywhere else.Also, before I reach the grand hall where I am being summoned to attend the celebration, my nose keeps picking up the sweet, mouthwatering scent of roasted meat and exotic spices as the smells snake through the windows and into the corridors, probably coming from the kitchens.Arriving at the hall, I meet a feast that has already been laid out across a massive long obsidian table right at the center of the hall. This isn’t a simple meal celebration. It is a grand farewell to Azraelyrs happening here in the fortress before he rides to Aepolis with me.Azraelyrs is
~DAHLIA~After Azraelyrs's announcement and other minor court proceedings, the meeting is ended.The many nobles situated much closer to the hall’s main entrance are the first to start leaving in neat clusters, then followed by more high ranking court officials exiting in small cliques, whispering noisily to one another while some steal backward glances at me.These lords and ladies of Drakarith, I have this feeling that even though they don't fully accept me now, I still pique their interests and attention. It’s like I can even hear the questions in their heads: Will this weakling survive? Or worse, will she be crushed?I will survive. I swear by the Creator that I will.It doesn't take quite long before the court hall is deserted, with just a few officials hanging around near the pillars guarded by soldiers.One of the soldiers approaches Azraelyrs.I haven't moved an inch off my standing spot, and Azraelyrs haven’t moved too. He also hasn’t let go of my hand, and I feel reassured t
~DAHLIA~Avizandria flaps her wings, and dust instantly whips around the poor nobles as they shield their faces and squint their eyes.I count at least twenty of them.One of them steps forward, her face looking as if someone fed her faeces before coming here.Azraelyrs dismounts easily, and before I can swing a leg over or even think about how to get off, his hands are at my waist again.“I can—” I start.“I know,” he says and lifts me anyway.His touch on me is brief, and yet, it burns against my ribs and is still tingling there even after my feet touch the ground. He does not look at me afterwards, and he pats Avizandria once on the snout, whispering again in Drakarithian.Avizandria huffs, swings her massive head with a final glance at me, and then she leaps into the sky but without gracing all of us once more with the power of her wings blowing dust on everyone.“Welcome, your Majesty,” the woman noble official who had stepped forward bows to Azraelyrs, but I don't miss the way h
~DAHLIA~The wind sounds like a roar in my ears.We all are moving. Azraelyrs and I are up in the sky, while Vaeroth and his men are marching below us.The sky is wide open. Too wide. Too blue. Too endless. And I should be terrified of how high we are flying, but I feel something else that is burning inside me as it rushes through my veins. Something that is not fear.It’s adrenaline.I feel weightless and heavy all at once. My breath snags every now and then as I keep fighting down the nausea filling up my stomach. Thank goodness I listened to Keshani.The ground is so far down below Azraelyrs and I as the sky keeps swallowing us whole. The marching men look like marching black ants, and all of them are in solid formations, not breaking out of line one bit. The battalion ahead has the wind blowing their banners that are flapping in the air, bearing the emblem of Drakarith.And above, the clouds part like curtains for Avizandria’s large wingspan. Azraelyrs’s arm is still steadily wrap
~DAHLIA~ Her? Looking closely at the dragon, I confirm his words. Slanty beautiful eyes. A snout that isn't too sturdy like that of the male dragons I have seen drawn in stories. Also, her massive body and daggertail aren't masculinely shaped. But staring at her claws…. wow. Those talons look very black, very long, and very deadly. Avizandria. Her twisted black horns rise like a war crown from her skull, spiraling backwards, and her slanty beautiful eyes are burning red. Her slick scales shine in deep ruby red, glinting like garnets dipped in fresh blood, and her large wings fold back slowly as heat radiates from her in thick waves. Steam rises from her snout. Her talons scratch and dig into the earth. She is beautiful. Terrifying. “Zandria is bonded to me,” Azraelyrs reveals, his voice trailing quietly into my thoughts. “She has been with me since I was a child.” My attention jerks from the dragon to him. Bonded? What does that mean? But Azraelyrs says nothing else, the
~ DAHLIA ~ I wake up the next morning to the light of a new dawn. A new day, and I quickly remember that I am going to Aepolis today. I slept late last night and had no nightmares. Grateful to the Creator for another new chance at life today, I blink against the warm morning sunlight pouring in through the high-arched windows of my room. I love my bed sheets, but I can only wonder how much more I will love the ones in Aepolis. Despite not knowing what to expect there, I feel a small peace within me, and I recall the memories of last night as they drift across my mind: the wine-soaked toasts, the fire-dancers, General Kyrian’s mocking tongue….. I shove it all aside. Today is a new day. New battleground. And Aepolis awaits. I hear a couple soft knocks on the door, and I sit up straight on the bed. “Come in,” I respond and rest my back on the headboard. Keshani and two very familiar maidens enter. “Good morning your highness,” they greet in unison. “Good morning,” I respond an
~DAHLIA~Thank the Creator.The woman general is tall with short gold hair in a pixie cut, and her eyes are dark brown and intimidating.“General Alkaia. Chief of our war strategists.” Azraelyrs introduces her to me.Alkaia has already turned to my direction, and she is boldly staring at me like she is measuring how fit I am to live. “Welcome, Princess Dahlia.” She calmly addresses me with respect, “I hope you will feel at home in Drakarith.”“I hope so too.” I say back with a faint smile.The last general introduced to me is a younger male with a boyish appearance, but there is a feral look of strength and stealth in his green eyes that immediately warns me that he is definitely dangerous and not one to be underestimated or trifled with.“And this one,” Azraelyrs says with a smirk at me, “he is General Rhyken. Head of our Royal Guard. He is also our youngest field commander and is wild. But effective.”Rhyken winks at me. “You shine so effortlessly, your highness. I hope you shine br
~ DAHLIA ~By the time the dusk of the day turns into nightfall, the entire fortress has been transformed into a paradise of a feast celebration.Holding up my enormous blood red gown as I gracefully descend a staircase, leading to a wide corridor, I look outside through the windows by my right and see lanterns suspended in the air with their bright golden lights shining across the walls of the fortress and everywhere else.Also, before I reach the grand hall where I am being summoned to attend the celebration, my nose keeps picking up the sweet, mouthwatering scent of roasted meat and exotic spices as the smells snake through the windows and into the corridors, probably coming from the kitchens.Arriving at the hall, I meet a feast that has already been laid out across a massive long obsidian table right at the center of the hall. This isn’t a simple meal celebration. It is a grand farewell to Azraelyrs happening here in the fortress before he rides to Aepolis with me.Azraelyrs is
~DAHLIA~Our eyes are trapped into each other, but my senses are so alert and aware of his delicious scent of spicy bergamot, intense patchouli, cinnamon, and subtle hints of dark chocolate and sea salt that makes me feel like I am mentally drowning in an endless sea.My breathing trembles, and I fight desperately to keep my eyes locked onto his golden gems, not daring to look down past his sculpted waist.But I am itching to.No, focus….“Oh Dahlia,” Azraelyrs draws close enough for his lips to brush my ear. I force myself to remain like a statue, even though my traitorous body is tempting my hands to touch him.“You dream too much, Princess.”I stiffen.The title makes my fingers tighten at my sides. Princess. That is what I was. What I should have replaced with a queenly Velmiran crown upon my head.But I am not here as a ruler.I am here as a tribute.A queen offering, sent against my will. A pawn in a game I did not choose.But that does not mean I will remain a pawn.Azraelyrs i
~DAHLIA~The doors boom shut behind me, causing me to flinch a bit.Keep it together, Dahlia.My heartbeat rises with the uneasiness settled deep in my bones, but I force my hands not to tremble.Looking around, I instantly feel swallowed up by the large room adorned with bronze patterned stone walls and a massive bed dressed in the richest blood red fabrics I have ever seen. There are golden fire candelabras with their flames casting dancing shadows across the walls behind them in soft glows. A king’s domain. Fitting for the ruler of a kingdom as dominating as Drakarith.It's a little hot in here, and I rub my arms slightly, also inhaling the sweet scent of oils mixed with warmed water and steam that is filling the atmosphere and mingling in a way that prickles my skin. At the far end of the room, there is a corner covered with long flowing curtains hanging down a shiny rail pole. The curtains are white and very light, and I can clearly see the silhouette of someone getting up fro