My heart dropped into pieces. How could I keep my composure? She stared far past my blood soaked attire. My tyrannical behavior. She looked passed me holding my breath.
Aura, my dear princess, stared at my soul. She saw how black it had been growing.
All the time she had been with me I had felt such peace and no need for revenge. The moment I had let her go, I felt the rage from the very beginning. I was a monster she had tried to save. A monster she had tried to tame.
Alvaria's spear, my claws, Muler's axe. We non-humans had just proved how dangerous we were.
Amina hissed which broke my eyes away from Aura. Her his was directed at Aura.
"My King. There is still one demon unshackled. Shall I kill her for you?"
Before I could speak Aura had approached her herself.
"You come into my home and slaughter my family and people and you dare call me a demon? I would laugh if there was any humor in the blood you all have shed! All of you. From kings to dragons in this to, you have dome terrible deeds. You have tarnished all that is good."
Her eyes were bloodshot. Tears had dried on her beautiful face and there was nothing but horror. My chest felt heavy. I realized she now had felt as I had.
She had watched her family die.
"A tragedy? Try when all of you people are slaughtered and chained simply because we are large, or magical, or different. This...this is retaliation. There is never action without consequences."
Amina wasn't backing down, nor was Aura.
"Stop...both of you. Now!" I kept my composure long enough to stop them from going at each others throat.
"Alvaria... We shall make base in the fairy hide out until I can successfully rebuild a government for my people. Then relocation can proceed. We will regained all that we have lost and start again. For all of the people." I tried to smile as the people seemed to try and get their bearings.
I was king now. Nothing was going to change that. Not the huge grin on Aminas face nor the heartbreak that trickled from the princesses eyes as she fell to the ground.
I was king but there was nothing but a bittersweet taste. There was nothing sweet in this victory. It tasted like the blood of a former king and smelled of dead bodies.
So this...this was war.
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Of Princesses And Dragons (Book #1 Finished)
FantasyNot all farytales are true. Sometimes there is no happy ending. If I were to tell you, maybe you could see as I see. From a dragon's point of view.
