Burning chains

Ch 8:My rise

I just wanted to let you guys know that this chapter will be a very long one.

Also the image is how Arthur's dragon form looks.

Enjoy😊

Arthur's Pov

I made way through my home,fire in my veins. These scaleless bastards are going end up dead. I sit down in the lounge with two members of the draconic council.

"My prince you shouldn't be so stubborn,you must introduce us to your new slaves and get them documented " Councilman Norman looked at me sternly.

"Are they male slaves?!" Councilwoman Meridith grinned sadistically.

"I will get them documented,and don't you dare touch those two!" I roared.

"Oh fuck they're women, just make them into breeding slaves" Meridith said with no once of remorse.

"Wait a second, that's a discussion for everyone,you too prince" Norman shut her down fast.

I left them there and I went into my mother's room.

"Hey mom" I rest my head against her blue scales.

My mother was in her dragon form,she wasn't larger than the room but nearly filled the room.

"I've found someone that I want to spend my life with,and she has such a cute little sister, they're both so sweet... you'd love them both" a single tear ran down my face.

I lay besides my mother.even in her hibernation she can tell I'm here. Her tail wraps around me like a blanket.

I think about Anne, it's been a month and she atleast sees that I'm not a monster, that's progress. I wonder what dad would say probably something heartfelt ."Don't give up,as long as you both love each you should fight for her,kill for her,even if It's your own scales,rip them off just to be by her side",those were the last words that I heard him say before he died.

"I know now what he meant,he was a great king,and a good dad even if I was only 60 years old,I barely remember those times" I say aloud.

My mother stirs in her sleep,and I gently rest my cheek against hers.

"Don't worry mom, I'll be fine,and the next time we meet, maybe Anne will come with me to visit you" I became brightly.

I get up and I leave her room. I walk down the halls and enter the office of my father's accountant.

"Marco I need your help" I sit down Infront of his desk.

"My prince what's the problem?" He looked at me tiredly with a grin.

"I have two slaves that need to be documented,how long would that take,I don't care about the cost" explained.

He takes out a pile of form papers.

"Names,genders,age,date of birth, birthplace and blood types, description too,it will take 4 days maximum " he gave me a stern look.

"Anne, female,18 years old,3rd September,she was born in a nowhere village called Ironhot, blood type A, vibrant red hair,brown eyes and white skin, slightly curvy," I gave Anne's details,"Emily, female,5 years old,29th February, she's Anne's little sister so she's also from Ironhot, blood type A,light red hair and brown eyes white skin," I gave him Emily's details.

He wrote down every detail in the forms and had me sign multiple papers.

"Done.now to send them in to the draconic council and get them back and your slaves will have their papers" he gave me a nod.