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XENDAYA. I wipe my forehead as I place the portions of food into small wrappers. I pick up the glass beside me, empty… I’m parched, but I don’t want to bother anyone to bring me something to drink. ‘Are you ok, My Dragonette?’ Agnarr’s voice comes, making my heart skip a beat. ‘Absolutely, simply missing my sexy dragon king.’ ‘Oh really? I will attempt to wrap up my jobs quickly, so I can come and have you wrapped around me.’ ‘I can’t wait.’ I purr, feeling my stomach knot. I return to work, feeling a little more alive after our little exchange, and begin humming a song. I made sure we were giving the food that was high in protein and fibre to the army. Dried food was excellent for the journey and even with the heat, it would not go off. “May I help?” I turn to see none other than Leinaar standing there and there’s something different about her. ‘It’s not because our man fucked her.’ Shayara growls. I internally roll my eyes, no… it’s not… She’s not wearing a crown. For th
XENDAYA.It is the following day, and I had just bathed and gotten dressed in a sheer bronze skirt over matching panties and finished wrapping my bronze top, and I’m now waiting for Agnarr’s return.These days he leaves swiftly in the morning. Although it’s clear he doesn’t like to leave me, but he leads the training in the first hours of the morning.The entire fortress is filled with movement, but I do sleep for a while longer after he leaves as I am beginning to get tired faster lately.I look in the mirror tying the gold chain around my waist when I freeze, a sudden thought coming to my mind.Lycus…How did he know that I was pregnant?Was it because of my stomach? My scent? Or was it something else?I need to speak to Callista. I turn, hurrying to the door when it is thrown open and I almost roll my eyes. I don’t need to smell him or sense him to know who would open the door in such a manner.“You know, you need to stop banging the doors…”“I like to announce my presence,” he murm
XENDAYA. I bite my lip as her fingers ghost down my thighs, admiration in her eyes as she licks her lips hungrily. “You are beautiful, My Queen,” she whispers, as she tugs at the delicate chain around my waist. She leans forward, her bare boobs grazing against my thighs as she runs her tongue along my stomach where the chain sits, making me bite my lips, pleasure rushing through me. “As are you…” I manage to murmur. Reaching up, I brush a strand of her silky hair back. She blushes lightly before her eyes darken as she looks at my breasts, taking my hand and pulling me up gently, she kisses my palm and then my wrist before she places my hand on her breast and straddles my lap, My heart skips a beat and I can feel his gaze burning into me. I brush my hair to the side, allowing him to see my back and side profile with ease. She reaches behind me and unwraps my top. Her fingers run along my bare skin, skimming the side of my breasts teasingly before she removes it completely and dro
XENDAYA. I stand there feeling extremely nervous and excited to think that after all this time I’ll finally see Mom and Dad again! I’ve really missed them a lot. Only now, as I wait for them to get here, the minutes feel like hours. It’s extremely hot, but I refuse to go inside, wanting to be right here when they arrive. I’m wearing a blue skirt and top, making sure it wasn’t so sheer like most of my outfits. But I’m not sure Dad would approve of my ass being on show. I glance across at Hazran, Kaizoran and Dagnoth, then again, I don’t think Dad would be ok with a lot of things. ‘What he doesn’t know won’t hurt,’ Shayara quips. I huff, and Agnarr smirks at me as we wait for our guests to reach the gates. I can hear them in the distance, the armies hidden by magic as they make their way to the fortress entrance. “You are not so innocent, My Dragonette,” he teases. He has been doing that since morning when I picked this outfit out. I glare at him, but he simply pulls me close and
XENDAYA. Mom glances at her, and then at Agnarr, I know she’s clicked. “And who is this?” Orrian asks, clearly curious about the way Leinaar didn’t bow so deeply. “I am a family friend,” Leinaar says, bowing to him. I exchange looks with Agnarr, who looks away. “And a queen of this kingdom,” I say, smiling at Leinaar. She looks up at me surprised, before smiling faintly. Dad frowns but he says nothing. He already knew of the dragon ways. “Ah… I see, well we will be right there,” Mom says, glancing at me, and I smile at her, not wanting her to show her any hostility. ‘I will never understand it.’ Agnarr says. ‘But thank you for understanding.’ I respond. “Well, we will head to the council, Lady Morgana, Xendaya… I’ll show you both to your rooms.” “His way of making sure I’m safe,” I whisper to Mom, who chuckles. “Leinaar, show our guests to the hall,” Agnarr says. “Yes, My King,” she responds before bowing to the others. “You continue to shock me with your growth, Xenie,”
XENDAYA. “This is a pleasant surprise.” His voice is as calm as any predator before they strike. He steps forward with his cold murderous eyes on Leinaar, yet there’s something in them that makes me want to run in the other direction. ‘Agnarr!’ I shout through the link. We need help. There is magic around us, and I don’t think in my current exhausted state that Leinaar and I will be able to take him. Why do I feel like this? What magic has Elzan done on me? “Stop the fruitless cries, no one but I can hear you. And after our last meeting, there is much I need to settle with you,” he whispers coldly to me, his eyes not leaving Leinaar. “Now step aside, you useless whore.” “No,” Leinaar shouts, her aura surging around her. “Xendaya, now is not the time for heroics. Run!” With those words she transforms into her dragon, but I’m not leaving her alone, and as much as I want to protect my child, I know we won’t be able to get out of here, even if I ran. Agnarr and I both struggled again
AGNARR. “I think we should turn in for the night,” Kian says as we finish going over the plan and making a few changes. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve changed things. Those who will be leading the squads are all here. Haizhar, Harold, Kaizoran, Dagnoth, Hazran, our guests as well as a few more dragon chiefs. I nod, feeling restless. “Yes. Let’s rest.” We’ve done our best. If I’ve missed anything, then we will see in time. I have given it my best, but if I have left something uncovered, then we will have to face it when the time comes. “Well planned, there was nothing to alter. I’m impressed.” Remiel says as we turn to leave. I nod curtly, wishing I could remove this restlessness from my mind. Suddenly, the doors open, and one of the guards is carrying a bloodied woman. “My king, we found her clawing her way through the courtyard!” he says, his face pale as he places her on the ground. She’s naked, a clear sign she must have shifted, and her stomach is bleeding profusely.
I push open the doors to the Hall of the Dragons. The echo as they bang off the stone walls rings through the silent halls. Once again, here I am, to call on them to protect my queen. This time I do not have the will to say anything, simply bending the knee before the dragon in the centre. I simply lower my head, hoping they can hear and understand. Witness exactly what is happening… But will they? Am I losing faith in them already? No, I cannot, not when they have shown they are on our side. All I must do is have faith and give it my all. My Dragonette wore the crown of the true ruler. Nefzaan cannot touch her! Protect her. That is all I ask of you. I look up at the magnificent statues. They say silence speaks louder than words, so today I am silent. Praying that you hear me. Grant her strength and protection in this time. I know she is brave, and right now, it is her strength that is keeping me sane. To believe that she will hold on for me. The doors open and I turn seeing
Four years later… “What are you thinking of?” Agnarr asks as he climbs into the lake beside me, his eyes on our children. “I was wondering what the gender of this one might be,” I remark, patting my flat stomach, our fourth child is on the way, although there is still a lot of time yet. Agnarr cocks a brow as he settles against the rocks and moves me in front of him. “A son.” Another son?” I say, looking at our three sons. Each one has dark hair with different shades of green eyes. I see Agnarr in them all. Arkyn is nearly four years old, Fenrir is three and Roald is one and a half. They play in the water, splashing around, and even little Roald splashes powerfully. He is a water dragon and likes to drown his brothers in waves of water. “Yes, I told you, we will have many sons.” I smile, not arguing because so far he has been correct. Plus, a seer we saw said he will indeed have many sons and I am happy to give them to him. Pregnancy got easier each time and with the short spa
XENDAYA. A few weeks have passed, and we are in the new castle that now has been built to the extent that it is liveable, although there is plenty of construction left with help from experts in plumbing and electric work from Clair De Lune. However, enough quarters have been made for some of us and the staff to move in and tonight we are celebrating our victory. Our dead have been buried, our friends have left us to return to their lands, with new oaths of allegiances being forged and life has been good. Dad and Mom returned home too, hoping I’d visit them soon, and Mom promised they would come visit when the little one arrives. Niko was challenging several Alphas who were to try for the title of Alpha of Alphas in a few weeks, but we all know Niko will win. He is powerful. Lycus who had watched the kingdom in their stead also wrote to me. Although he mainly spoke of Niko’s training, I hoped despite our damaged relationship one day we can rebuild it. Callista is enjoying life as
XENDAYA. I awake to the sound of the magical song of an Elven King falling in battle and I do not need to be told in words that Orrian Keyxina, King of Elandorr, has fallen in battle, for this song says it all. Silent tears trickle down my cheeks as I sit up and the two women there instantly bow their heads. I touch my stomach, but I don’t need them to confirm. My baby is perfectly fine, his strong heartbeat thudding powerfully. ‘Our pup is perfectly fine.’ Shayara says softly. ‘We did it Xenie…’ ‘We did’ “Your baby is healthy, My Queen.” The healer says, bowing her head. “And the King?” “Outside with the armies.” She bows her head, and it feels as if a burden has been lifted, but the fear I still possess as I wonder who we have lost makes me worried. I slowly get out of the blanket, and the other healer helps me into a cotton gown. I feel weak, but I am fine. I step out of the tent, slowly making my way towards the large army that has gathered, sprawling out for miles. Tents
AGNARR. The battle cost us, even if victory was ours… Xendaya is in a makeshift tent and a healer has taken a look at her. She and my son are both fine, but she is very weak. She suffered blunt force trauma to her back, which impacted her womb, but she is well - they both are. She was given blood and we now wait until she wakes up. Although I don’t want to leave her, I need to meet the rest of the armies who have gathered. To learn how many we have lost and to thank our allies. Nefzaan’s men who did not surrender were killed, and those who did surrender are being held prisoner until justice is served. ‘Agnarr… where are you?’ Kaizoran’s voice comes. He sounds exhausted. The heavy footfalls from outside prove that a considerable sized army has returned. ‘I am coming.’ I respond, stepping around the corner of the tents. I stop in my tracks, looking at Hazran and Dagnoth’s lifeless bodies that Kaizoran carries. I frown slightly but simply shake my head. Niko is beside him and alth
XENDAYA. ‘Xendaya!’ I hear Agnarr’s shout as my mind spins, before he dives towards me, shifting back to his human form with his wings spread behind him, catching me as he shields me from the assault of boulders and debris that rains down upon us. “Are you alright?” he asks, his hand going to my stomach as he holds me to his chest. “I am. He’s powerful.” I say, coughing and tasting the blood in my mouth. I don’t think I’m alright… I can feel a sharp pain spasming through my lower back and up my spine. ‘He always was. Stay here.’ He commands, his voice shaking with a rage that makes my own heart skip a beat. He puts me down just as Nefzaan attacks. This time Agnarr doesn’t hold back, not restraining how far his flames carry, filling the sky with an orange hue. The ground that is covered in a thick layer of ice now starts to morph into large spikes, “That bastard!” Agnarr snarls, lifting me off the floor as he flies me to safer ground. ‘Let’s end this now…’ I say, ‘Shay… what we
XENDAYA. A smile crosses his handsome face before his aura explodes, and I watch as he transforms into his true and most powerful form. A magnificent black dragon that shines with an emerald hue. The most beautiful and incredible dragon I have ever seen. His magnificent wings beat powerfully, and I grab onto his back and jump on. I was wrong. Agnarr’s dragon is larger than his grandfather's, albeit only by a little. The fading pain in my back is like a memory almost forgotten. We rise above the castle, and I’m focusing on the battle before me. Nothing else is important. Agnarr sends a ball of fire at them, and they counter it swiftly. With every attack Agnarr sends, I am using my abilities to reinforce the fires, pushing them against theirs. The brutal winds are only making the flames spread and with my power combined, they can only duck or try to avoid the deadly flames, yet the way they move, despite their size, is swift, agile and calculated. The Ancient Dragon Flames destroy
ORRIAN. We have succeeded in securing the front, breaking through the castle walls and watching the walls come down. The roar of victory fills the air, and I raise my hand. “Wait! We will not enter until we have the signal.” I say loud and clear, watching the dragons in the air. There’s something strange around the two of them… a dark energy that makes me hesitate. “In that time, take care of the injured.” Someone passes me water and I gulp it down as I search the darkening skies before observing those dragons. There’s some kind of barrier swirling around the area. I watch as several dragons try to hammer against it, but it’s as if there’s an invisible wall… “King Orrian! King Remiel is injured! We are the closest to them. Our soldier has begged for assistance!” I turn sharply, gazing at the wolf who had spoken. Remiel has not signalled… but I can see the truth in the eyes of the man before me. “Hold your position. I want fifty of the strongest with me!” I say, “Khalen, I want
MORGANA. Dragons. They are something different. Fighting against them is not something I have ever experienced, and it is new for me and for our people. They work together with resilience and determination, yet at the same time, if you isolate one, it will still hold against its opponent, with the force of a dozen wolves combined. Their scales and their bodies can take more than other species… The older the dragon… the more powerful it is… and although Agnarr is older than me, he is a baby in comparison to many of his enemies’ men. That is something I noticed. Agnarr leads the younger generation, and although his numbers have grown larger than Nefzaan’s, he does not have age on his side. For those that Nefzaan has recruited under his command are ancient. Xenie… My child, be safe… I pray that Agnarr reaches her. I saw him light the skies on fire earlier, heard his thunderous roar and I can only hope that he has gotten to my daughter. That she is safe. I would question the gods
XENDAYA. I watch as Agnarr’s wings spread behind him, his eyes blazing, those sharp slits fixed on Nefzaan whose rage clashes against Agnarr’s. But power reigns supreme. ‘You should never underestimate the Kingslayer!’ Nefzaan snarls as he spreads his wings, his voice reverberating around us. I can see smoke in the distance, see the battle commencing, and Shayara snarls, her anger and power radiating through me. ‘We must be ready to rejoin the battle,’ she growls. I nod. Even if Agnarr expects me to stay out of the way, it will not happen. He has fought alone before and even now when it feels he will succeed, Nefzaan is too calm and that is why we are partners… This is our battle to be fought as one. Together. I just need energy… and a little time to heal. I look down at Liya, who is alive but unconscious, much to my relief. Taking a deep breath, I stretch my leg which is healing, feeling the throbbing pain slowly ease up. Just a little while longer… Nefzaan is not a reckless