~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. But it’s his eyes that unsettle me the most as I approach closer. They are not human. Not entirely. They are slitted like a dragon’s, watching me with a burning curiosity that makes my skin prickle with heat. I will not let him see my fear. The soldier shoves me down on my knees before him. “Before you is Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion,” the soldier announces. “Dethroned princess of Velmira, offered as your Queen tribute.” Silence. Azraelyrs looks down on me, then simply turns around and walks away through the open doors I hadn't seen behind him. Is he angry? Disgusted? I am not given enough time to guess more because the soldier behind me yanks me up to my feet and pushes me forward to follow suit. The instant I walk past those doors, I gulp in a silent breath. This is a throne room. But I don't stop walking. The hall is massive. So much more massive than the one back home in Velmira. Its towering columns of pillars stretch upwards to the ceilings decorated with fire chandeliers shining inside glass enclosures. Warriors in dragon-forged armor line each column pillar, so many, and their faces are hidden behind black helmets. There are no courtiers here. No potbellied nobles whispering filth. Only warriors are here. Men of power and ruthlessness. And at the heart of it all, Azraelyrs, their Dragon King. But, something seems off. On my way here, I hadn't seen any flying dragons. Only volcanos and scorched earth and dragon statues on top the spires bearing massive bowls of fire. Where are their dragons? There is still silence in the air except for when the doors of the throne room are shut. That is when Azraelyrs halts in the middle of the room and turns around with a lethal grace that immediately grabs my full attention. This man is powerful. And I should be very, very, smart and careful. The soldier forces me to my knees once again before Azraelyrs. I hiss painfully, watching Azraelyrs close the distance between us. When he finally reaches me, I suddenly find it hard to breathe. The room feels too small, too hot, too charged with something I don’t understand. It's this King. He towers over me, and then— He lifts his hand. I hold my breath, preparing myself for a blow. But it doesn’t come. Instead, his fingers gently curl under my chin, making me look up. A mistake. Because now, I see him up close. Oh Creator…. He is not just handsome… he… he is devastatingly out of this world. His chocolate-colored hair is long and styled back into a sleek tied knot underneath his crown. His eyes still appear gold and slitted like a dragon’s, and his face is sharp, carved from stone and battle, with a strong stubbled jaw and perfectly aligned cheekbones that accentuate his face so well. A scar runs from his left brow down to the middle of his cheek, a cruel, jagged sign meaning that even a King like him can bleed. I hate that my stomach twists. I hate the way my breath catches at the sight of him. I hate that up close like this, he smells of blood mandarin, sea salt, dark oud, and something else I can’t pinpoint but is no less dangerously intoxicating. “This is the tribute Velmira dares to send to me?” He speaks finally. The words drip with disdain. My body shivers a bit at the deepness of his voice. Even his voice holds so much power like a distant storm roaring over dark mountains. He sounds angry. But that question of his makes me feel worthless. “I was not sent,” I snap. “I was betrayed.” Something flashes in his molten gold eyes. Amusement? Interest? “Betrayed?” his fingers are still beneath my chin. “Betrayed by whom, princess?” My heart pounds, but I refuse to lower my eyes from staring at him. “I was betrayed by Queen Andessa.” The name burns on my tongue. “She killed my father. Stole my throne. Stripped me of my rights. And sent me here to die.” Azraelyrs hums, slightly tilting his head to the side. “Then why should I waste my time with a dethroned princess?” His voice is calm now, almost lazy, yet sharp. I inhale slowly. “Because if you kill me now, you’ll be doing her a favor.” A slow, dark smile curves his lips. And those lips…. “Is that so?” he asks, pulling me back. My pulse roars in my ears. I am playing a dangerous game. “Yes,” I answer. “And I doubt a mighty Dragon King like you enjoys being used like a pawn.” Silence. Then— He lets out a low chuckle. The sound sends a shiver rushing pleasantly down my spine, not only from fear, but also from something dangerous I feel he possesses. Interest. Power. Curiosity. And probably the lazy Art of Seduction. His thumb brushes along my jaw, a soft touch so fleeting I am not sure if it even happened. And then, just as suddenly as the sensation of the touch vanished, he releases me. “Take her to the lower dungeon chambers,” he orders his men. “She will not be executed.” I exhale sharply. But before I can fully process my relief, he adds, “Yet.” I am not going to die YET. The same soldier that forced me down on my knees, alongside another soldier, pull me up to my feet and silently begin to evict me away from the throne room. Outside, heat radiates from the obsidian walls and braziers of the fortress, filling my lungs with the scent of fire and molten stone. All I can think about is how to make Andessa pay for what she has done. All I want is to watch her grovel before me and beg with every drop of her blood right before I crush her and all those who contributed to my father's demise. Even if there is every chance that I will go down, I, Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, will not go down alone because I am going to drag Andessa and all of her fellow perpetrators down into hell with me. But right now, my fate at the moment seems to be in the hands of a King whose judgment I do not yet understand.~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~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~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