Princess Thea had two options;
1) To forcefully marry the obnoxious bastard that she once loved;
2) To pray for the dragon to kidnap and kill her.
Since the two-hundred-year-old dragon was harmless and seemed to show no interest in royalty, he didn'...
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As soon as he said those words, I was convinced that he was high on some crack or any other cheap drug that they sell in the depths of the forest.
"Why?" I asked, curiosity filling me to the brim.
I thought about what he might want from me. I wasn't that pretty; I had conflicting wavy dark brown hair that never seemed to follow what I said to them, a large forehead, almond eyes with wrinkles underneath- a consequence of me staying up late to read. Other than that, my figure was more curvaceous, which was a result of the chub that had accumulated on my bones. I had been termed as "cute" but not "hot."
And growing up I had a lot of ego, so I hope he considered that if he was thinking about making me his personal slave to clean his massive dragon feces.
He didn't even bother to get rid of my curiosity as he simply shrugged and said nonchalantly, "You'll know."
"Are you going to make me your dinner?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. I don't know what part of my brain wanted me to assert dominance on him, probably the part that's been spoiled by being a princess, but I clearly wasn't in my right mind when I asked him that.
"Maybe, maybe not," he smirked at me, making me cower down a little in fear but I refused to let it take control of me.
"Shouldn't I know the reasons of me staying here? After all, I will be staying for the rest of my life."
"You should," he agreed.
"And?"
"You'll find out later."
Huffing when I realized that I wasn't getting anything out of this dragon for the meanwhile, I turned my face away and pretended to look at my surroundings once again.
"Where will I stay?" I raised my eyebrow, challenging him.
"Here."
"What will I wear?"
"Clothes."
"What will I eat?"
"Food."
Groaning in disdain, I wish I could throw my hands up and rip all the hair out from my skull at the impossible nature of this dragon. How the hell am I going to tolerate him for all of eternity? It hasn't even been a day and we're already colliding back and forth at each other's necks.
On the contrary, I did need him to complete that favor of mine. I desperately needed a fresh start, a new life, a clean slate. And somehow, this fiery beast vowed to give me that.
With a very terrifying condition.
But he did agree.
So that's a plus, I guess.
"If it is basic necessities that you are worried about, then I should bring into your awareness that I know perfectly what a human needs to survive," his slightly worried voice spoke up, catching my attention and snapping me out of my conflicting thoughts.
Looking back into his eyes and narrowing mine, I asked, "Why? Did you get to know a human before eating him?"
His face visibly pained when I said that and a part of me didn't like the hurt that crossed over his features.
"If you're that firm in your belief of me making you supper, then why are you still here?"
My eyebrows rose sky-high as I attempted to move my bound body, the sound of ropes filling the room. Rolling my eyes at his panicked face, he came over to me, holding the lock that appeared tiny in his large hands. Inserting his index finger's nail in the keyhole, he turned it around and a click reached my ears before I was able to breathe again.
Turning around to face his back towards me, he let out a sound that resembled a sigh before speaking, "You are free to leave, princess. However, personally, I would like you to stay. Not for my stomach's gratification, but because...."
"Because?" I urged him to continue.
Sighing again, his eyes roamed throughout the room, as if he was afraid of looking at me. "Because I would like a friend."
"You think I'd be a friend to you?" I snorted. Friendship was one thing that never stuck with me. I don't know why, but I've always had trouble making friends that stuck with me through my tough moments. So, my traumatic experiences had also made a twisted version of that word too, making me antisocial and less willing to make friends.
"Uh...I believe so?" He said it as a question rather than a statement.
Smirking, I tilted my head before saying, "An Indian dude in my DMs promised me all of his lands and has already written me two poems asking for friendship. If you want me to be your friend, you'd have to do better than that."
Turning around to face me, his face looked confused as he tried to take in my words. "What is this dee-emms? Is it a candy? Because if it is, then I assure you, I can bring you the finest collection of candies for you to satisfy your sweet tooth."
"What the hell?" Clenching my stomach and throwing my head back, I erupted into a fit of laughter when my mind comprehended his words. "You...really thought that-" I couldn't complete my sentence as I started laughing like a maniac again, tears accumulating at the corner of my eyes.
"You can ride me."
Blinking, I looked up at him dumbfounded to make sure what I heard was correct. "What?"
"I said, you can ride me."
"Ohkay, Mister," I stared at the ground, my cheeks red, yet my body shuddered, something which was very new to me and it confused me to the core. "I think it's a little too fast, no? You asking me to ride you; I mean it's not really my pace and-"
"But I thought people love to sit on the mighty dragon's back and soar through the clouds with him."
Oh.
Oh.
Biting down on my lip hard, I faced the ground again, trying to hide my pomegranate-colored cheeks while silently cursing my gutter brain.
Of course, he wasn't asking anything like that! He's a dragon for Goodness sake!
"Can I please go to my room now?" I asked, my voice weaker than it usually is.
"Sure, I'll lead you there." He was about to leave before I stopped him.
"Wait! Just tell me where it is and I'll look for it myself."
He looked genuinely bewildered at my sudden switch in responses. Looking at me strangely, he replied, "Upstairs, first door to your right."
"Thank you," I squeaked, running up the stairs faster than light. Without bothering to look at my surroundings, I opened the first door to my left that I saw, dashed inside and instantly closed it again. Leaning against the door, I locked it and took deep breaths to calm myself down.
I couldn't understand why that thought brought these reactions in me. I couldn't help but feel slightly intrigued, but my puzzled side was way stronger.
Landing on the bed, I took a pillow and placed it over my mouth before letting out a groan and trying to shake those feelings away.
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Hey guys! I know it's been a while since I last updated, and I really want to update more but I just get so busyyy. Plus' it's so hard for me to be satisfied with a chapter, enough to publish it. Perfectionists, do you feel me?
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