His Captiv(e)ating Spitfire

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"How do you know me?" Was the first thing I blurted out after calming myself down. I had to chide myself and keep in mind the fact that I was still tied, so I would have to uncover this sicko's secret later.

I cannot explain how it was possible for me to see emotions on his face, yet he raised an eye ridge, giving me that incredulous look again.

"You're everywhere, your majesty. In the papers, the people's gossips, even in that small virtual box." Huh? "I must say, you have earned a reputation for yourself, eh? I mean, I am no one to judge, but what can I say? When the walls talk, it's hard to close your ears."

Gritting my teeth, I glared as hard as I could at the creature in front of me. So what if he has a hundred teeth that could tear me apart limb from limb? I had the motivation of standing up to a bully that was sticking its huge nose right in my business, where it did not belong. Even if he was well aware of all that had happened, he had no right to say that to me.

Without knowing both sides of the story people tend to speak whatever that's on their minds and present their opinions on it, even though no one asked for it.

However, a part of me felt slightly ashamed of myself and I realized that the consequences of my actions would forever haunt me. I had learnt to put my past behind me, but will the people?

"Your cheeks tinted red," He pointed out, making me blush more. "Enough talk. What I want to know is why are you here? What is your purpose of coming here? And what do you want from me?"

A memory inside me tinged as I remembered why I came here in the first place. I had created endless scenarios in my head, all of them ending up with me getting what I want. Because that is how my whole life had been; getting exactly what I wanted.

Yet life had a huge surprise in store for me.

Sighing, I shook my head and muttered, "It doesn't matter anymore. I just want to get out of here now and be on my merry way," I chuckled bitterly before continuing, "hopefully in the face of death."

"Wishing for death makes you a coward. The courageous faces his problems in life headfirst, so tell me," He searched for something in my eyes, "What was your headfirst motivation to come to my residence?"

Opening up to a stranger was the last thing on my bucket list as I had already experienced that before and had suffered the consequences of it. Many tragedies in my life had loosely shaped my character, removing all hope I had from mankind, and making me an independent woman.

Never in my life had I ever imagined to ask help from a mythical dragon, whose stories I had listened to from my mother before bed time. I believed all of them, as I was a young girl who was caught up in her own fantasy. Yet as I grew older, I concluded that it was just another myth to avoid having your kids roam beyond the territory my bloodline ruled over.

"I need a favor," I whispered so lowly, shame and guilt dripping in my tone. As a princess, I was taught that I had to rely on my people to help me rule my kingdom. It meant that I had to ask for help a lot of times, and there would be a lot of favors that the people would do for me. However, asking for a favor hurt my ego, a feeling that I vowed to never experience again.

When I heard him ask, "And what would that be?" I knew it was far too late to go back.

"I need you to kill me."

Many emotions littered on his face. Shock would be one of them, followed by confusion, despair and dread. I furrowed my own brows, not knowing why those emotions crossed his face. He's a dragon, isn't his whole life meant to kill?

He let out another dark growl as his eyes started to flicker in between colors from their initial brown to red and then back to brown.

"No," Was his short reply.

"Just hear me out first," I pleaded, knowing how important this was to me. "Please, I don't literally want you to kill me. I just want you to pretend that you have killed me and present my blood covered clothes to my parents who are ruling the kingdom currently, so that they can believe you."

The sinister look on his face went away, and his head tilted ever so slightly to the right to match his confusion.

Adorable.

Wait, what?

"Why?" He inquired, making me sigh again.

Something inside me urged me to tell him, nagging at me and saying that he can be trusted. I looked away to break the eye contact which started to get more and more intimidating, and got lost in my own thoughts.

This strange feeling in my chest was bubbling annoyingly. I wonder if it was my sixth sense but revolted strongly against it. The past was still vivid in my mind, and I couldn't forget what had happened the last time I trusted somebody.

"It's a long story," I mumbled, rapidly blinking to avoid the liquid pooling in my eyes that was ready to flow down my cheeks. Sighing, I looked up at the ceiling. "You don't have to- Actually this was such a dumb idea and I don't know what I was thinking. I'm pretty dumb and stupid and there are a hundred and one things wrong with me and-" The tears finally won the battle as I continued my rant of how incredibly stupid I was.

"I'll do it."

Stopping my rant, I was convinced that my ears were playing a trick on me. To confirm it, I asked, "What did you say?"

"I said, I'll do it."

My face beamed, even though I was positive that there were still tear streaks on my cheeks and down my chin. A part of me wondered why his twisted mind gave in, but that was a question for later.

"But," He started, bringing me out of my thoughts, "When I complete your favor, I would expect you to complete mine."

Raising my brows as I wondered what he would ever want from a traumatized girl like me, I urged him to continue.

"I," He took a deep breath, "want you to stay with me for the rest of your life."

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