The Enchanted Warriors (Dragon Riders AU)

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Ella's POV:

Sleep slipped away from me in the early hours, leaving only a hollow stillness that settled deep in my chest. My thoughts refused to quiet, churning with a relentless cycle of questions that refused easy answers. Why now? What could they possibly be after? It doesn’t make sense—they know how vulnerable we are, how raw and fragile my children’s bonds are, their powers only beginning to stir and take form. We’re all in the dark, feeling our way through this strange new world, and my children, least of all, understand what’s happening to them.

But what could they want… what could they be planning to take from us now, when we’re at our weakest?
None of us understand what's happening, least of all, What could they possibly want now?

Wrapping a large stole around myself, I step quietly to the door, casting a glance at my sleeping husband. I gently close the door behind me. The morning air is cold, the breeze biting at my skin as I make my way down the hallway. I stop in front of my boys' room, pushing the door open quietly before slipping inside. The small lamp beside Namjoon's bed is still glowing; he must have fallen asleep while reading. I carefully remove the book resting on his chest and place it on the table, brushing his bangs aside as I watch him sleep. He looks so peaceful. I wish I could shield him and his brothers from the cruelty of the world, but I know I can't protect them from everything.

My eyes drift to Tae, who is clutching something close to his chest. It's not his pillow. As I approach his bed, I realize he's hugging Y/N. If Harry sees this, he will be furious, but they look so innocent, so sweet.

"Mother, you didn't sleep?" Hobi's sleepy voice pulls me from my thoughts. "I couldn't," I reply, sitting beside him. "Do you want to sleep here, Mother?" he asks, patting the space beside him. I lay down beside him, and he adds softly, "So, Y/N was sleeping here..."

"Oh, hm, no. I mean, don't be mad, she wasn't sleeping with us, but she came in crying. Please don't be mad, Mother."

"I'm not mad. She must be scared. It's a new place, and she needs time to adjust."

"Mother, did something bother you?" Hobi asks, concern lacing his voice.

"It's because they're coming," I admit, feeling a pang of worry.

"Don't worry, Mother. Everything will be fine, and we'll behave properly," he reassures me.

"I know, but I'm scared for Y/N. They mustn't find out that you're mates," I say, immediately regretting the words. He's still too young for this.

"Mother, don't worry—they won't find out," Hobi whispers, his confidence unwavering.

I try to sleep, but my restlessness only grows. The suddenness of their arrival feels wrong. Something isn't right.

The castle is a flurry of activity as maids decorate and clean, guards are positioned, and warriors stand ready for extra protection. Dragons soar in the sky, and the kitchens are bustling with the preparation of various dishes. Everyone is busy, every detail attended to with care.

"My queen, you need to get ready for their arrival. We don't have much time," Soomin says, snapping me from my thoughts.

"How many times must I tell you to stop calling me that, Soomin?"

"You are my queen. Did I say something wrong?" She takes my hand, pulling me toward the wardrobe.

"No, but—" I begin, but she cuts me off.

"We don't have much time, Ella. Let's move fast." She dresses me in an ornate green gown, which contrasts beautifully with my pale skin. She styles my hair into a bun and places my crown on my head. I stand before the mirror, taking a moment longer than usual to study my reflection.

"You look beautiful, Ella," Soomin says.

"It's too fancy for me," I reply, heading downstairs. The view from the castle is breathtaking, but my mind is elsewhere.

The former king and queen of Chrystal Land are arriving.

Two dragons fly overhead as I stand at the gate, Harry beside me. Our sons are on his right, and I stand on his left. We are all dressed in our finest attire.

"My son," the former king says, embracing Harry. Every guard and warrior bows their head, except for Harry, our sons, and me.

"My grandsons have grown so much," he says, hugging them warmly. When he approaches me, I bow my head slightly. But Kasumi—the former queen of the most powerful kingdom—fixes her gaze on me. She always seems to know how to present herself as innocent, yet I know the truth. I meet her eyes, refusing to bow. I promised myself I would never bow to her, and I intend to keep that promise. Her smile is thin as she glances at my boys, who greet her politely. I notice Y/N standing with Soomin, far off to the side.

Dinner is served at the grand table. Harry sits at the head, with me on his left and Jin beside me. The king and queen sit opposite us.

"When is the Choosing Ceremony?" King Minho asks Harry.

"Crystal hasn’t shown any indication yet. Hopefully, soon," Harry replies, glancing at me. He must sense my unease.

"I hope my grandsons choose the most powerful dragons and make me proud," Minho says.

"It would be wonderful if they did. I just hope they take after their father's side in that regard and not their mother's," Kasumi adds with a smile that barely disguises the venom in her words.

"Mother, don't—" Harry begins, but she interrupts.

"Why are you getting angry, my son? I'm just stating the truth," Kasumi says, her tone sickly sweet.

She's here for something. She always is.



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