The Refuge of Fate

Chapter 26 - Cloth

"Hmm? What do you say?" Ciaran asked as he nudged his nose on the young king's neck further and inhaled his scent.

Silas' spine unknowingly shivered when the vampire king did the action making him take in a deep breath.

"Let me return them first," He whispered in return wherein Ciaran smiled in return.

Nodding his head, he separated himself from Silas and held Raegan's sleeping body closer.

"My people," the white-haired king called to his subjects and in an instant, they all stopped doing their endeavors and looked at him; giving him their full attention.

"You have now become stronger by the miracles of magic. You will no longer suffer nor tremble against any fears as you will have the capability to conquer them." He gently moved his hand in a circular motion and a magic circle appeared in front of him.

It had a beautiful design. Intricate patterns could be seen that the vampires have never seen in their entire lives. The different colors of white, red, black, and gold all had their respective spots in the magic circle.

To say that their astonishment with his powers had disappeared would definitely be an understatement.

They will remember this day; this moment when the fates and destiny of the citizens were changed by their first king.

The two kings stood side by side and instinctively, all the people of magic kneeled on the floor. As they have evolved into the supreme race of the world, it was bound to happen that they will garner great confidence and pride in what they are.

However, such feelings are all lowered before them; the founding kings of Mir.

They were the first kings who gave them this new life and character. Ciaran and Pier will forever remain in their hearts and minds.

Soon, a bright light engulfed the entire void making them close their eyes.

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"Mhm... Father?" Raegan asked with a groggy voice after he felt himself get laid on his comfortable bed filled with toys and fluffy pillows.

"You can go back to sleep, son," Ciaran commented as he started unbuttoning his suit and standing in front of the closet inside Raegan's room.

He saw that his father had gone back into his usual form but this time, his hair was no longer brown. Instead, it was a very dark shade of black which Raegan found interesting.

The room of the dragon prince was also filled with the clothes of the two kings in a walk-in closet as it would be too much work for them to go back and forth between their rooms if they wanted to change into their nightly wear while sleeping beside Raegan from time to time.

"B-But I want to see dad before I sleep, father," the dragon commented wherein Ciaran gave a deep chuckle at his son's words.

"I will call for him." Nodding his head, Raegan climbed off the bed while dragging the small blanket that just fit him right when sleeping.

He rubbed his eyes for a few moments and just stood there, watching his father remove the outer coat of his suit and he was left in just the white shirt underneath.

Raegan always admired his father's build. It looked very strong and the idea of being strong was Raegan's goal too.

Though his dad was definitely finely built too, his father was much more.

The muscles on the vampire king's back flexed when he removed the shirt and Raegan's eyes sparkled.

"I want to have the same body as you when I grow bigger, father..." he mumbled and Ciaran's lips upturned at the statement.