Half-Breed Queen (FantasyAU!Dabi x Reader)

9 - Betrayal

"The nerve of that woman." I scoffed under my breath, words not escaping past the keen ears of Hawks who held a steady pace walking by my side. We'd left Sari's shop merely minutes ago after she'd forced us out the door: Refusing to offer any words other than harsh criticism towards my so seen 'uselessness'. I'd genuinely expected her to be at least somewhat sympathetic towards me seeing as she was so loyal to my mother, but apparently in her eyes I was of no importance. "I don't need her reminding me of just how many mistakes I've made in my lifetime."

"She seemed quite angry with you: Is there a certain reason for all of a wyvern's hostility to be directed to you?" Hawks scanned his golden eyes, trailing them from my new found trousers up to my sharp (E/C) eyes as he tried to read between the lines of the little information our conversation had provided him. He knew little of what he wished to, but for now keeping things private were best for both parties.

"Sira had once bowed to my mother: She respected her above all else and thought she was a goddess among monstrous men." I hesitated, choosing my words wisely in fear of revealing too much too soon. Everything would come to light in due time when the moment proved itself clear. "I suppose when my mother chose to marry my father she had been angry, and seeing it unfit to take her anger out on her queen, she took it out on me. We've spoken few times and every conversation only seems to fuel her rage more."

Hawks held his arm cross at his chest: Hands harshly gripping at his biceps as he tried to understand the mysteries beneath my gaze. Those eyes were piercing: Sharp as the dagger in which he'd held to my neck, but instead of hurting me further he sought for peace. "Wyvern's and bird folk have similar reputations, but she seems far more cruel than most."

"I don't blame her." I let out a chase laugh, the sound belting from my throat in a pained rasp. "Compared to others she is far more solicitous. As of now I have yet to prove my abilities to her, and as it is known to most, Wyvern's value a person's strength above their family line."

Hawks allowed his hands to fall, one wrapping around my wrist as he tugged me into a nearby alley. People hadn't noticed our sudden disappearance as the spot we'd once stood was overtaken by the vicious crowd and the street filled with the outroars conversations of the common folk. There hadn't been an explanation as to why he'd forced us from our spot but I had caught it myself: Royal guards.

They stalked through the streets adorned by sterling silver armor, gleaming in the bright light of the noon time. Metal slapped against dirt and sent clouds of dust in the air but none of them flinched: Their eyes solemn and set on the street ahead. Atop their backs were well crafted weapons made by the best blacksmith gold could buy: Without a doubt they were here on a mission. King Enji was a man of strength and did not like to unnecessarily spread his forces away from the capitol. His guards were part of what made his power so pompous, they were humans who'd spent their lives training in the ways of weaponry and some had even gone as far as learning magic.

Humans were creatures not born with abilities like dragons or shifts, but they were resilient things who had spent many years learning the things that had come naturally to other kinds; Some learned from books, some from pledging their allegiance to an arrogant good, or like the kings bloodline, had been granted abilities from their raw strength. Only when a power was gifted to a human who had not asked do they pass through the generation. Dabi had gained his flames from his father who by means of war had won the favor of the dragon god: In turn for his show of brutality he was granted the ability to generate his flames.

"Do you think they know where we're staying?" Hawks bit at lip and watched as the soldiers rounded a corner, disappearing from our view but not from our minds. We both knew that being sighted by anybody loyal to the king was a death wish: One wrong conversation and there would be an execution by sunrise. "If they do, I need to get Dabi out of there."