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854 Words
Meeting the Fire Dragon King.
Eternal POV
I look into the eyes of the man in front of me, my mouth waters and I feel the wetness pool within my knickers.
Goddess my body responds to this man.
He leans in and sniffs me, his eyes rolling up into his head.
“I can scent you little one” his velvet like voice causes goosebumps to run up my arms.
I know normally the term little one would belittle me, but goddess from him it does something.
I can’t make out any words this man is gorgeous.
He’s definitely over six foot tall, he’s not all height though, he’s bulky almost burly goldenly tanned man.
Massive arms and shoulders, ones I could curl up in.
Goddess what is wrong with me.
He leans in and kisses my cheek, his dark beard brushed against me.
His beautiful silk like dark brown hair tied up in a top knot.
I start to heavy breath, I’m completely intoxicated by him and he looks into my eyes with his stunning brown ones.
I’m totally lost in that moment.
“I’m King Arillius Stronghold, and your right that little man is wrong. I’m here to make you my Queen and my dragon wants to mark that pretty neck of yours”
He steps back smiles Knowingly at me.
Like a mist, the intoxicating feeling I had lifts from me.
It takes me a few seconds to regain my composure, I look up to him sat on his throne. His body relaxed and his eyes bore into mine.
A beautiful sly little smile spreads across him face.
Goddess I might actually be F*cked.
“Good afternoon sweetheart” I look down on a tiny man.
I’m intrigued instantly.
“Good afternoon” I say with a smile.
“I’m Harleigh Fox, fae price from earth northan Irish territory, but you can call me Harl” he smile lopsided at me.
He’s short and slim compared to the other men, he seems a little cheeky but most fae are.
His bright blonde hair and his pale skin tone make it look like he’s never seen the sun.
His crystal blue eyes almost glow, I know that fairy’s have magical abilities and powers and they interest me the most.
I smile at the man “Harl it is then” I kiss his cheek first.
“I’m excited to talk all things magic soon” he smile back at me.
“Anything you want sweetheart” his Irish accent just beautiful.
He leaves me and I look around to see hard eyes from not just George but also King Arillius.
These men are going to be the death of me, I just know it.
I meet with a few more of the dragon kings
King Alexander Grand the earth dragon, nothing to talk about there, older more reserved man. Didn’t really feel like he wanted to be here honestly.
King Marlyn Jackson the Air Dragon, he was the one to make that ridiculous remark at the bottom of the stairs earlier. He’s young, very young and his personality gives immature vibes.
King Omen Barley water dragon was a little more interesting but I just didn’t feel any thing for him.
It felt just a little lacklustre, boring almost.
I mean I’ll give him a chance but right as it stands Harleigh and Arillius are just giving me connections and energy.
“Are we not missing a competitor” I ask the crowds gathered before me.
“Yea your majesty, the Demons king has sent his apologies as he is to be late, he was called by the goddess her self and had a mission for him to complete before getting here.
He will arrive tomorrow morning at latest” a little man off to the corner responds to me.
I hear laughter from some of the kings on the throne, and as kings they must understand that the Duty to the gods and to our kingdoms come first and I instantly boil over with rage.
Unfounded rage, rage for a man I don’t know.
“Excuse me, but what in the world are you men laughing for, his duty to the goddess and to his kingdom is the most important duty we as kings and Queens have, and it you find him doing his duty as a King and leader funny I most definitely don’t think being here is for you, I lead for my coven, and for my world.
I lead with the responsibility for my kingdom and nothing comes before that.
Also I don’t see any of you important enough to be called upon by the goddess her self, so keep your laughs and opinions to your self”
By the time I’ve finished I see pride in my fathers eyes, my mothers all but crying.
Some of the kings look at me with disgust for calling out their behaviour but on Harl face I see pride and a smirk.
On Arilius face I see lust and I can’t help being a little proud of my self for my outburst
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