Claws of the Dragon

Chapter 17

You took a sip of your drink. You normally were given wine, but it made your head hurt in the mornings. Alcina now gave you mead instead. The alcohol content wasn't as intense and was sweet. You swallowed your mouthful, looking up at Alcina. As you put a slice of steak on her mouth, she did the same for you. "Ugh! You two are so disgustingly affectionate!" Daniela mimicked a gag, rolling her eyes. "I'm going to eat in my room. Don't chew on each other's faces in front of our guest." Daniela left, a burning heat sprawling across your face and shoulders. "She's just being dramatic, my love." You saw amusement and affection in Alcina's eyes. You have no reason to lie, you love me too much to lie to me.

Dinner came to a close, your glass of mead filled up once again. "See, mom? She treats me well!" You gave Alcina hug, resting your head on her. Your mother seemed unimpressed. "She feeds you well, but I can't go off of just that." You took a sip of your drink after your mother said that, then took a breath. "You know... I don't know why I'm striving for your approval. I'm happy, I'm an adult, and I'm having fun. So what if her daughters are the same age as me, she at least better understands me and I can connect with them." You reasoned, seeing your mother relax a little. "My choice in women shouldn't be dictated." You took Alcina's hand, beginning to turn away.

"And you're right. I shouldn't dictate your choice in women." You turned to face your mother. "Maybe they do stuff differently at the town, I shouldn't judge how a culture is done." You blinked, then gave her a smile. "So you understand?" "Not entirely, but I'll get over it." You better get over it, this is my choice.

You both went to your rooms, your mother in your old room. You laid on top of Alcina, hugging her. "Your dessert will be coming soon, don't fall asleep." Alcina gave a soft giggle, attempting to pry you away. Brought by a maiden was a tray of honey baked apples with an extra drizzle of honey. You took your plate, cutting into the apple with the side of your fork. It was sweet, warm, and delicious. "How is it?" Alcina questioned, taking a small bite from hers. "Really good! These are pink lady apples!" You pointed out, taking another bite. You looked up at Alcina, your heart fluttering. I love you.