I am The Daughter Of The Dragon King

Chapter 9: Fire burn and Cauldron bubble

The day began with the news of a party. Something big to celebrate a deal made with a rich merchant that would greatly benefit the kingdom. My focus was on discovering if the rumors were true. Most of my day had been spent making my dress and having Talia read local papers to me. By the time I finished the dress we had exhausted the stack of newspapers and had been planning which local tea shops to go to for gossip when my uncle walked in.

"How's the dress-making and news-reading?" I sigh and shake my head, "could be better." He sits down next to me to look at the dress. "How about you put that on and get your hair done nice and whatever else you women do for fun and then come downstairs and we can eat a bunch of macarons." I nod my affirmation and he slips out of the room.

With my hair in curls and my neck adorned with an emerald we walk down to the main hall in search of my uncle. I insisted that Talia wear one of my dresses and some of my jewellery. We walked into the hall looking like two queens ready to start a fight to find that many of the guests were already there. My uncle was speaking to an ambassador from another kingdom. I chose not to bother them and moved on to the buffet.
The macarons were delicious and made it very hard to pace myself. I could have shoved the whole plate in my mouth and not been satisfied. "Quite the sweet-tooth huh." I turn to see General Ulysses behind me. I smiled, hugging the man I'd begun to see as an older brother, or a second uncle. He pulled away with a faint smile tugging at his lips and crinkling the scar across his nose.

We spoke for a while before the room seemed to go completely silent. The king had joined the party. Thanatos carried himself with confidence as he marched to his throne. Once seated he looked around, an air of superiority in his manner, before waving his hand dismissively and settling into a more comfortable position. The party continued, a pianist began to play and the couples began to dance. I made my way through the crowd, up the stairs, and stood next to my father.

"Would you like to dance with me?" My voice was quiet and shy despite having asked him that very question many times. He nodded, and with a small smile on his lips, stood and took my hand. The next song began and we waltzed, slowly at first but gaining speed until the room was a blur and my head was spinning. The dance ended with a low dip and a spin back into standing and finally a bow.

He allowed himself to be dragged to the table of baked goods and chuckled as I stuffed myself full in the most dainty manner possible. Then the doors slammed open and a gust of cold air blew in leaves, dust and a whole lot of dirt.