My heart, My love, My dragon

Chapter 20

Anya woke up to a ruckus. There were some screams, yelps, and an angry desperate voice that disturb her peacefully sleep. It was still dark outside but a hint of orange bloomed at the Horizon. Failing to fall back asleep she defeatedly sat up in bed groggily. 

Rubbing the side of her head lightly she took notice that those sounds were coming from King Vulcan's suite. Earlier, she was left puzzled with his sudden outburst of angry at the mention of rejecting her. She slipped off her bed and peered at herself in the mirror. She fluffed up her hair a bit and sagged toward the hallway that connected the two suites of the Royal Wing.

"Please, do something! I don't want to lose my baby," Libelle's anguished voice was growing even more terrified each second. Anya could only assume something happened to her and the baby.

"Why won't you do something?!" King Vulcan's growl shook the ground beneath Anya as she continued her descent down the hallway.

"I-I'm sorry....I-I-I don't know what's wrong...However, I-I can prescribe a medicinal herb to help with the bleeding," an elderly voice quaked with fear and Anya rolled her eyes at King Vulcan's antics of scaring away the medical professionals. 

"But I could be having a miscarriage!" Libelle cried.

When Anya reached the other suite a worried-looking Chris was sitting on the couch beside the door entrance to King Vulcan's bedroom. Anya passed him with her head held high. She was peeved at him for what happened earlier. In her opinion, a beloved shouldn't go caveman and want to jump their pair at first instance. Especially if it's someone like Rochelle. Someone who is human and has a purpose- to leave this dreaded world and return home. Chris will only act as an anchor to Rochelle as Arin does to Anya.

Chris grabbed Anya's wrist and lightly pulled her back, "You can't go in there."

Anya scowled and shook his grip off her, "And why not? Might as well see what is disturbing my sleep. I might be of use to let the rest of this palace finally sleep."

"But...I don't mean to be rude but what use can you be?" Chris was hesitant to ask and for good reason too. Anya took this as an offense. All her forced training for what? To be mocked at by a member of House Vulcan? She didn't think so.

"I'll have you know Chris Brandle of High House Vulcan that I've trained in spells of all the elements including medicine. I believe you know of High House Medela of Healers, right? Well, I spent extensive time learning their ways of herbal and home healings. Besides, not everything should and can be healed using pills or random chemicals," Anya angrily snapped. She was irritated with him above all people but even more irritated with how tired she was left after the teleporting spell. She spun on her heel and walked away.

"Wait!" Chris called out to her while he was jogging toward her. "Where is Rochelle? I need to speak to her."

"What, to go all 'I NEED MY BELOVED NOW' or 'SHE NEEDS TO BE WITH ME' again?" Anya mocked him deliberately. In all her years spent in the Dragon World, she was absolutely sick of seeing and hearing male beloved's act that way. "I think not."

Chris flinched away and knew better than to try to aks Anya again. He retreated back onto the couch as Anya sighed heavily and entered the bedroom. What she found was utter chaos. An elderly doctor shrinking under King Vulcan's harsh tone and hand raised, ready to strike a blow. Libelle was in hysterics on the bed and Anya could see the blood-stained sheets. She was still only two weeks pregnant.

They were unaware of her arrival but she stepped in right on time as King Vulcan took one strong step toward the doctor and almost struck a blow at him. Anya rushed in front of the doctor and stop King Vulcan by grabbing his wrist mid-air.

"Please, King Vulcan, don't do anything rash," Anya stated and released him with an annoyed glance. She gently directed the elderly doctor to the door. With a polite smile, she sent him off with, "Don't worry. I'll take care of this. You can rest assure and sleep well knowing they're in good hands. Goodnight."

His color returned as he wasted no time in dashing down the hall and eventually far away as possible from the Royal Wing or maybe even the Palace. Anya tapped her chin pensively, "You'll probably get a resignation letter from him, King Vulcan."

"Why did you send him away!?" he hissed in return, towering above Anya.

Ignoring him Anya made her way to Libelle and rested her palm against the small bump of her stomach. "You have quite the temper, dear beloved but what exactly happened here?"

He faltered at her words but began explaining. "She went to the bathroom and then started screaming that she was having a miscarriage."

Anya nodded and was intensively listening. Sometimes dragon babies in the womb require more than the incubation they receive. However, this baby was not fully developed. "I'm going to do something that'll pinch a little but then you'll feel relieved."

Libelle nodded eagerly, "If it helps my baby then I'll do whatever is necessary."

"Exolvo Infan," Anya ordered and tilted her hand to slowly reveal a blue orb that came from Libelle's abdomen. Anya shaped the blue orb that glowed brightly into the form of an infant who was crying. Libelle had passed out so Anya focussed on the little baby. "Aren't you such a crier. Shh, shh, shh, little one, don't cry. Princes don't cry, now do they?"

The baby babbled incoherently and stopped crying but was fussing terribly. "You lit a fire or something?"

"What?" King Vulcan seemed to be snapped back from his thoughts.

"Was there a fire around Libelle?" 

"Yeah, I was showing her the fire spirit."

Anya stared at him shockingly. She believed that she was the only one who can summon the little guy and therefore, thought it was her secret. Something she can keep to herself. Something only she would know. "This little prince has a magnetron as a mother and a fire-wielder as a father. Not a great combination..."

King Vulcan nodded, "Or so I've been told....But how do you know he's a boy?"

"It's quite simple really. He inherited the powers of Libelle. He is a magnetron which means he wields metal not fire. Fire and metal clash terribly because fire melts metal and you, by summoning the fire spirit near Libelle, melted the metal and iron coursing through his veins. Male magnetron dragons require more metal intake than females. And...you know how they get the metal?" 

"I'm unaware of that process but that is my child correct? His essence at least," King Vulcan sputtered more and more questions to which Anya wanted to zap him into silence.

"It's his soul. And male magnetron's get their metal intake from the blood of their beloved's. Sort of like a vampire process but they are not blood-thirsty. But since this little prince doesn't have a beloved he needs metal from someone from House Hydra since we control water and ice. Water has the minerals this little one needs."

Anya bit her fingertip enough to open a tiny wound. The baby immediately suckled on her blood until it was satisfied with its metal intake. She rocked him back and forth until he stopped babbling and fell asleep. She cooed at him even more until she realized King Vulcan was watching her. 

"You want to hold him?" she asked and he stared at the baby in her arms before eagerly agreeing. She slid the baby into his arms carefully and yawned. "I'm going back to my room. After all, the tournament is tomorrow. It takes about an hour before his soul returns back to his body."

Anya yawned once more and open the door wide open to reveal a snoozing Chirs. 

"Wait," King Vulcan called out.

"Yes, King Vulcan?" Anya responded snarkily.

"Thank you, Anastasia."