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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"You don't know how to make toast?" I asked, with my mouth curling in to match the annoyance that was bubbling deep within me.
"I'm a dragon! I don't need toast!" He yelled back, trying to pick up the toast that was burnt to crisp from the pan using the nail of his index finger. I shivered, thinking about how unsanitary that was.
"Didn't you think about what I'm gonna eat before you even asked me to live here?"
"I...did not. It was a last minute plan." Shrugging cheekily, his lips twisted into a lopsided grin with his eyes glowing amusingly.
I sighed again, thinking of how I'm going to survive in this place. Removing my jacket, I grabbed hold of my frizzy mane and knotted it into a simple bun before standing next to him beside the stove.
Upon exploring the house before, I realized that most of the items and furniture were made of wood. Even the massive house, which was constructed to perfection, making me feel more in awe of the whole place. Dark mahogany wood could be seen throughout, with just the utilities in white colors that contrasted against the surroundings. Overall, the place looked modern and sleek, and was very well kept.
"How tall are you?" I asked, flipping the toast neatly using the spatula that I found in one of the kitchen drawers.
"About 10 feet," He replied, making me hum in response.
"So you're like...double my size, eh? Since I'm 5 foot 3 inches tall," I snickered, going to the fridge to get some butter.
"Actually, double your size would be 10 feet 6 inches, but I stand at exactly 10 feet with my dragon height-"
"Okay Einstein, we got it. Understood that I don't have a Math brain, but you don't have to show-off your skills," I rolled my eyes, picking my plate up and proceeded to sit on one of the wooden stools that sat in the middle of the kitchen around a circular table.
I felt his intense stare on me right when I picked my single piece of toast covered in just butter, which made me feel a little awkward, so I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. "What?"
He shook his head slowly, still not breaking away his gaze. He seemed a little nervous as he shuffled on his feet and rocked slowly on them. Ignoring his weird behavior, I was about to go back to eating when he asked, "Can I ask you something?"
"You just did," I pointed out, putting my bread back down.
"What? When?" He asked, still looking at me like a confused puppy.
"Replay the whole conversation in your head and you'll know."
He sat there for a while, with that same look before his eyes opened wide and his mouth made an 'o' shape. Reminded me of the :0 emoticon.
"Can I ask you two questions then?" He asked, trying to be smart.
I snickered, taking another bite before saying, "You just did."
