Of Princesses And Dragons (Book #1 Finished)

Balls Are Not For Dragons

It had taken the royal palace an entire week to set up the Four Kingdoms Ball. The entire palace was in a frenzy. The chambermaids cleaning, the butlers setting, and everyone rushing here and there. The king hadn't been in good spirits. He sat with his guards and knights planning a safety routine. You can never be too careful.

My somberness was simple. Though it was a grand human get together, it did not stop the nasty stares and the whisperings in the hall. It wouldn't matter here nor would it when the other 3 kingdoms arrived.

Even when the dragons and fairies and dwarves were once invited we had been the laughing stocks of the ball. I hated these things. Humans were ruthless. I remember the hatred of King Huburus and his people.

I was indeed reluctant. But of course Aura had asked me personally to accompany her. I had the help of a kind young tailor who didn't seem to care about who I was or where I came from. I'm sure even if he was to dress me as a dragon, I would be slave to his demands.

He wouldn't allow me to move an inch and his concentration was solely on making me look excellent tonight.

He had made me an outfit made for a prince. He had even lined it with gold and precious jewels.

"I look as if I were a prince,"

His face turned sour.

"My lord... Whether dragon or not you are indeed a prince and future heir to the dragon throne. I have made it in suit of you." He stood and admired his work. He had even take then time to make the middle jewel on the neckline crimson to shine with my eyes. He pulled my hair back into a pony tail and spun me to look.

"You look handsome my lord." He smiled at me and bowed. He had been one of the only people to ever address me on my royal title.

"Zachary was it?" I asked. He reminded me of a few fellowmen from my home. Very humble.

"Yes my Lord," he said stepping to collect his things.

"I thank you. I often forget sometimes." I smiled at him as he returned it and swept out the door.

I sat in the mirror for so long admiring myself. I hadn't looked like a prince since I had been imprisoned here. I hadn't worn fine jewels or dined as royalty.

It clicked that the princess had been reminding me the whole time. I smiled, it was bad here in this place, but what kind of dragon prince was I not to survive.

My fire had built up along with my strength. I felt new again. I could change at will easily. I would often practice at the mid hour when everyone was asleep. It felt good to feel my wings and my body. It felt natural.

There was a knock that carried Rose scents into my room. No doubt the princess. I allowed entry.

She entered in and I choked. I felt the swollow stop in it tracks as I tried not to panic.

The heavens had placed her here. She was covered in crimson and ornimented in gold. Her hair was whispsed elegantly, she looked like fire.

Her lips painted cherry and her face was painted in coal and golden powder. If she was a dragon she would be fit to be a queen. My head wondered to her sprouting wings.

The princess and I had become close and I knew she was beautiful, but now this feeling was different. If I had the chance I would never leave her side.

My father had once told me when he had first saw my mother she was soaring through the sky high above him. He saw her at night and he thought at first she was the moon. He had fallen deeply in love with her.

Was I... A dracon... Falling deeply in love with a human? I was unable to move, to breathe, but I felt calm. She had captured me, a Dragon, in her fiery gaze.