My Mate, The Dragon

Chapter Sixty

Wow Sixty already... time for me to wrap this up ahaha.
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December 27th, 2019
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Zaivinth
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Last night was a day that I never wish to relive. Watching my mate stumble into the hallway like her life depended on it. Relying on just pure will to stop me, clenched my heart so tightly and I still had not recovered.

I hadn't truly grasped what she was going through. She would never tell me her pain, which is why when she broke down in tears in my arms, something I had only seen two other times, my soul shattered. All I could do was hold her tight into my arms to even think of atoning for my great sin.

My motivation to leave was due to her going to see those disgusting sirens, on a half a leg, to give me the only spirit stone left. After she had gone and done that, I knew I had to do more to help her. I didn't realize that my view of help was actually hurting her.

Hurting her to the point of tears. It's a miracle that she doesn't hate me.

No matter how stupid my mistakes are, or how ignorant I am, she had stuck by me, even ran after me at one point. And wherever she went, I would always find her, help her, care for her. When we fought, we always worked it out. We didn't fight just to fight. I think that's why we worked so well together.

    Xion would work well with someone combative. Someone who would give him a run for his money. Me on the other hand. That would just be constant war in our relationship. We both know where and what we are good at.

     So when I saw her pull herself up on that wall so desperately, I knew what I needed to work on. Work on keeping my mate happy. Because it seems I'm the reason for majority of her grief.

    I sighed and looked at Ross, which he looked back at me with surprise, "well what's your name?" He placed a hand on the door handle.

    "Zaivinth," then he opened the door, stopping whatever conversation that was being held inside. We walked inside to see Sheila at her desk with a paper forgotten in her left hand, a quill in her right. She flicked her eyes from Cebrus to us and instantly her eyes lit up.

    "Ross!" She stood from where she was seated holding onto the desk for support, then she saw me, "Zaivinth!" She smiled looking between us both, "what are you guys doing here?"

    "Your mate and I wanted to grow closer to one another. You know, heart to heart," he clapped a hand onto my shoulder, which sent my eyebrows sky high. "And what's better than seeing the one thing that connects us both!"

    "Wait, Sheila, you know him?" I pointed to Ross who still had a sly smile on his lips.

    She looked to Ross with a weary expression. "We've met, briefly." It was like she didn't know what to say.

    I pinched my nose, something that I find myself doing a lot now that I had a mate. "How and where in the world, did you meet this character." I waved a hand in Ross' direction.

    "Describe world," Ross said tied with his signature grin. It made me want to uppercut him. Does he know I'm a king? Respect was in order.

    "Uh it's a long story," she gave an apologetic look to Cebrus who was standing close to the wall, probably wanting to get the hell out of dodge. Poor bird, got stuck in a middle of a fight. Then I had a flash back to before. So, scratch that, that Bastard deserves it for talking to my mate.

    "You worry me mate, you befriend such weird creatures."

    "Oh we are more than friends," I didn't know what had taken a hold of me. Anger shot through me and before I knew it, I had taken a swing. I connected my fist to his jaw. I inwardly groaned, now I had to commit to beating him up. That was not what I intended to do in front of my mate. So just as he was falling I grabbed his collar and shoved him up against the bookshelf.