"I apologize on behalf of my brother for his irrational attitude," Reagan said to Vedan Sylara, as soon as everyone left, including her sister Yashira. Sylara had been waiting for the chance to speak to the dragon king alone, and this was the opportunity she couldn't miss.
"Oh, no need to apologize. It seems ill behavior runs in the family from what I have seen," she shot back, while Reagan scoffed, directing his full attention to her before she continued, "Apologizing for your brother like you are any better?"
"And what respect would you have me show a lunatic that was watching me slumber under a tree?" he retorted. "You are asking for too much, Empyrean Queen."
Sylara scoffed, amazed by his audacity. She inhaled deeply before speaking. "As much as I would like to exchange words with you, Your Majesty, I have come for more important and pressing matters," she paused for a while before continuing, "I need your help."
Reagan lifted his brow, appearing confused. "And why would a god as powerful as yourself need the help of a mere human?" he asked, a slight look of amusement on his face.
"A mere human?" she scoffed. "You and I both know that you are more than a mere human. It is what qualifies you to be the very king of this kingdom, isn't it?" She took a step closer. "I have heard tales of your immense powers, Dragon King. Although your appearance doesn't quite match the stories."
"And what kind of appearance had you imagined for me?" he asked, the look of amusement on his face growing by the second, while Sylara took a deep breath, trying hard to compose herself.
"Old, something more imposing, less refined and not so pleasing to look at. I wouldn't have expected the man who controlled the mighty beast Zarathus to look like you," she admitted, swallowing hard, trying to make it less obvious that she was admiring his incredibly good looks.
"Ah, so I have shattered your expectations. Is this you admitting that I am handsome, Empyrean Queen?" he asked in a teasing tone that only added to Sylara's disgust. She scoffed and said,
"Who said anything about you being handsome? All I said was you are the opposite of what I imagined," Sylara retorted, her tone tinged with frustration.
"What is the opposite of old and not pleasing to look at?" he asked in another teasing tone, while Sylara swallowed hard, trying to control her rising anger, wanting to divert the conversation to the matter at hand.
"May we just talk about the reason I stayed behind and why I need your help?" she said, attempting to steer the conversation away from Reagan's taunts.
"When I heard of the Empyrean Queen, you weren't what I had imagined you would look like either," Reagan remarked casually from his throne.
"Humor me then, what had you assumed I would have looked like?" Sylara asked, intrigued by his answer.
"An old, powerful woman with white hair and not so pleasing to the eye," he replied, while Sylara scoffed, attempting to turn his words into a jab.
"Oh, so is this you admitting that I am beautiful?" she asked, trying to taunt him. However, the answer Reagan gave wasn't exactly what she was expecting.
"You are no doubt a sight to behold, Empyrean Queen," he remarked, his tone filled with a hint of admiration. She tried her best to hide the sudden blush that spread across her extraordinary pale face, her gaze shifting away.
She had always been called beautiful because of her ethereal look, but hearing those words from this man felt different, unsettling even.
"But that doesn't make you any less of a lunatic, does it?" he continued, his tone sharp, breaking the fleeting moment of flattery. The glare on her face, which she had been using to suppress her blush, intensified into a genuine glare as she said.
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ROYAL DARKNESS (MASKED)(18+)
Historical Fiction"Leave," Jamari said. "I have no desire to engage in conversation with you." Reagan slowly walked towards her, closing the gap between them. "I am the dragon king," he said. "Adored by some, despised by many, and feared by countless others." He stoo...
