RAGE OF DRAGONS

The beginning

Edited by: JustAnie

Growing up, l was told the best way to deal with your problem is to face them squarely after all the recent happens l think is to hide away from them.

I am Sansa Mondragon and this is my story. 

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"Losing a part is the saddest thing that can happen to someone, losing a part in your family is worse. Well.. For some people not. I don't blame them they never truly loved their family. The death of my......father, the king, your king, king of armazora and the Seven Kingdom beyond the realm was or is indeed very tragic beyond measures.  My ancestors worked hard to bring armazora where it is today and when forming alliance to join the both houses together, before our eyes in most cruel way anyone could possibly know the royal household, my place, our city came crumbling down. Your king and queen and their two sons tortured for a full week and at the end met their fate, death!!!!." I inhaled taking fresh breathes in. I can do this, just need to tell them the main reason for the gathering.

" Lady Stewart will see to all the arrangements".l said calmly. That was good l thought to myself.

"May the soul of the faithful departed rest in peace". My voice was strained when those words left my mouth. And am quite sure everyone heard it. I just looked down and went back to my seat.

There was a large chorus of Amen's. "Amen" l muttered under my breath.

I could hear the neighing of horses and shouting of my name outside. I could hear the commotion and the attention this person managed to attract to him or herself

"Sansa" Who the hell would want to face me in the state am in?. I only know of one person. No it couldn't be.....he went for a battle that would last for months and can't leave his knights out there by their own. In case you are curious he is the Lord of the camelot.

"Sansa!Sansa! " the voice roared. "Where the hell is she" l could hear greeting and in the throne room, probably by the servant who were unfortunate to meet him, cause he sounds pissed.

The moment the door opened and l heard the voice, my heart leaped with joy even the sadness could not over shadow it. And also for two reason's. One being, it was him in the flesh and two being, he looked devilishly handsome. Brown hair with blonde on the root of the hair and a few strands, deep blue eyes dim as ever like all the reason to leave is gone or probably sleepless nights. Tall and muscular by the looks of it you can tell he has a well defined and healthy body apart from looking like a cave man. Prominent cheekbones and jaw covered in hair, due to the war am guessing.

"Sansa" he said calmly with emotion, like I'm fragile and he is scared to break me. I know he was deeply affected with what happened because when his parents were killed my father took him in and thought him everything to know to be a king. It broke me l wanted to run and hug him and kiss him and tell him everything will be alright and l am to but that will be the biggest of lies in all the realm.

Instead l composed myself "My lord, welcome. I thought you were still in battle"

"We won, but there will be no celebration because of the tragedy that has occurred" he said in an equally with no emotion

"Everyone leave "he said with authority in his voice. They all started rushing off closing the door behind them. Immediately he fell on the hard floor.

I told two guards to carry him to my room and lay him on the bed. I quickly started cleaning his wound the were not too deep but still deep. He was stabed in the side, how come l didn't notice by the way he was so impatient and the way he was standing. Am such an idiot if l was not ogling at him l would have noticed.

I bandaged the wound and then forced him to swallow some pills and then l covered him properly and placed a kiss on his head.

"Goodnight love"