All Chapters of Redemption of The Dragon Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“Dela’h Nove!, Dela’h Solvei! Talame Talame!”Blonde afros bow before me, their dark faces and golden-scaled hides gleaming in the harsh sun of mid-day, the lush canopy overhead providing as much heat and moisture as it provides shade. I am unfamiliar with this climate. I may been conceived here, my nest made of briars my mother gathered, but I was not hatched here, I was not raised to handle the humidity of my home continent. “It is a good thing they don’t know how you suffer, Talame,” My sister Lyra hisses in the Luxandrian tongue, a habit she has when she wants to insult me and doesn’t want the locals to understand, using their word for “messiah” only to appease their ideas of formality and respect. “Would they still call you their sweet savior if they knew you had more in common with the devils in the sky?”She grabs my chin and forces me to look up at the branches above us, to remind me of her true meaning. They call the Luxandrians the “devils of the earth, the devils of the

[Carnelia]"I'm here," warm arms wrap around me and I'm surrounded by my mate's musky scent. "Oh Gods, Carnelia, I miss you.""Then miss me closer," I purr, bringing his lips to mine in a crash of teeth. We open to one another and our bodies melt together as the darkness becomes more real, the two of us creating a world around us, as our joined thoughts recreate the world where we wish to be.And tonight, that world is my bedroom back in Ridgewood Castle."Of all places," I laugh as Primus lifts me in his arms. "I thought you'd pick the beach this time.""Oh, but we've done the beach," he smirks playfully. "Tonight, I wanted the chance to bring you home."He lies me down on the bed and I'm already naked before him. There's no need for clothing when you are living inside of a dream. In a heartbeat he is lying atop me, his forked member finding its home as I open wider in every way."Primus!" I scream as he finds his home within my center and I grasp the space between his wings with my s

[Carnelia]The march to my death is long and slow. We exit the dining room to stand at the beginning of a long corridor lined with bodies, each one standing to attention, gazing at me with hopeful eyes, whispering the words “savior” and “messiah” in the ancient tongue of the sun dragon as an ancient, musty robe of gold fabric embroidered with shining suns is placed on my shoulders. The cloth has been carefully cleaned, but like everything else in this palace, it is slightly marred, gently tattered, and tarnished around the edges.I’m supposed to feel a kinship with these people who have faced so much but still stand tall and straight, with skin in colors ranging from tan to mahogany. And while I see a similarity between us, I know I am not one of them, not really. I haven’t lived through the same trials and adversity. While I feel for them and their plight, I am not one of them, something I am reminded of every day by the drakaina who calls me sister, but only to mock me, teaching me