Xandrius: Claimed By The Dragon Lord

XANDRIUS: Chapter 01.

"What does it say, Morgana?" I almost couldn't hear my sister's question over the blood that was rushing in my head.

This cannot be.

"Well what does it say?" My younger sister asked again, her voice laced with impatience, "Or do I need to get in there and look at the bloody test myself?"

I shut my eyes, trying to hold back the nausea. My head was whirling with numerous thoughts

This cannot just be

"Morgana..."

My sisters were outside the bathroom waiting for me to give them the verdict.
But how do I go out there, look them in the eyes and tell them that I'm pregnant?

That I'm carrying the child of the Dragon King?
The Ruthless dragon king who I have no idea where he is?
Who might be dead, for all I know.

How do I say this? Especially when I had found my mate barely a few hours ago?

What have I done?

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The day's first rays of light filtered through the ivy-covered curtains of our bookstore as I neatly arranged the books In rows on their shelves, humming a happy little song.

Not that I was exactly happy to be doing this.
This was supposed to be Rowena's duty.
My youngest sister is the one who just enjoys being in the company of books, so she considers it a huge pleasure to handle this section of our quaint little store.

But since she was away, writing some sort of exams, I had no choice but to fill in.

With a sigh, I adjusted the leather-bound tome I held in my hands and glanced at the dusty old clock on the wall.

Rowena was supposed to be back any moment soon.
I have been here for three hours, doing something that she could have easily done in mere minutes.

And I was sure that once she came back she would not be satisfied with my work.

There would  be something about the way the books weren't arranged alphabetically, or according to their colors or sizes.

How someone can be so obsessed with books.

Ugh.

And she got that from our father.

I placed the last book in my hand on the last space I could find as the doorbell tinkled and I turned to see my younger sister Elowen, standing by the door.

Her eyes darted around the room, her face covered in white floor, and the delicious aroma of freshly baked pastries hit my nostrils.

She raised her eyebrows, "Rowena isn't back yet?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm afraid not."
I dusted my palm on my black skirt and picked up the empty cartons.

"Well there's no one here. So I need you, we have a small issue downstairs."

I frowned, "What kind of issue?"

Her eyes sparkled "The delicious kind of issue. The store is jam-packed with customers, and Lyanna's nowhere to be found. So, I thought maybe you could lend me a hand with the hungry mob?"

I smiled, "Of course, I'll be down in a moment. I'm not surprised...it is a good season."

"Exactly," she winked and spun around singing as she hurried back downstairs.

I turned around, to stare at my work and for a moment I had to admire the magical glow of the emerald runes etched into the wood.

Dad had found so much pride in this store and it was no wonder. The store itself was magic.