A Dragons Mate

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His mind was still racing from that night. He laid in his bed, he was lucky that he got home as soon as he did, the one maid was out and about again. Although he didn't change his clothes, he went into bed and pulled his covers over him as he heard her open the door after she unlocked it. 

Must have gotten the key from one of the guards. After she left, he could barely sleep, it was just to tricky to even try. The music, the people, the atmosphere. It was different then anything he had at home.

He opened up his palm to see a figurine. One of a Dark Reign. He wasnt much for toys, being next in line for the throne, he had more pressing matters and things to worry about then being a child. But this little figurine was away for him to remember that night. He placed it on his desk and watched as the green light from the eyes and mouth started to glow and crawl upon the walls.

In a way it appeared like a night light, or a severely dimmed candle. Before the exhaustion consumed him, he rested his head on the pillow and watched as the scales on the figurine began to dance within the light and dark. That was all he saw before darkness consumed him as well.

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Breakfast was the same as usual, porridge.  It was rare that it was something different,  but now Kyle's appetite was starting to dwindle and he worried his tastebuds would go bland.

His father must have noticed it, for when he looked up, Kyle noticed that his spoon was making circles in the food, and not much else.

"Come son. A strong king must eat," his father said continuing his meal.

Kyle's mind wasnt on the breakfast, or the conversation that was going on, which he managed to block out for the majority of the time.

Where it was you may ask, but the Dark Reigns, and Maddie. He wondered if she even cared that she was his mate, or the fact that they where of two worlds and two enemy's.

That part kept going around in his head as well, if they did accept each other, what would happen next, full on war to break them up or declare mutany or magic?

Looking towards his father, Kyle saw him starting a war over this more so then hers. Her parents knew about him and they didnt seem to care, so long as he kept their secret, which he intended to do till the grave got to him.

But perhaps there would be no war. After all, it had been a long while since a Dark Reign or a Dragonlight had been in combat, let alone seen each other.

Maybe they werent enemys anymore. Especially if no one was looking for them. At least he hoped not.

So much was going through his head and yet he couldnt figure out what to do about them all. Follow his heart, or obey his family to a T.

He had zoned out for a while because next thing you know, his sister was waving her hands in front of his face and snapping her fingers just to wake him up.

When he came to, he was nibbling his thumb and practically tearing the skin right off.

"Is something troubling you son? You have been muttering something and out of it since you woke up. And dear god, you look exhausted," his father exclaimed looking right at him.

Kyle looked back to the bowl. "Father, it was just a dream I had last night. I know you dont like us talking about our past, but do you think there is a Dark Reign out there?" He had asked. His father wiped his mouth and looked at him stern, but then relaxed a bit.

"Leave us please," he asked the servants and his other 2 children. They all obeyd and went out without a word. Shutting the door was the last maid, and with it, they where alone.

"Well son, I will tell you this...."

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Hey guys, sorry about this late update, quarantine kinda threw me for a loop. Especially since events throughout it made it tricky to do anything, and I mean at home as well. Anyway, I will be typing up the next part soon and hopefully post it in the next few days or so.
Btw, sorry to anyone who like porridge, it is nothing personal and yes I'm not a huge fan of it, but I couldnt really think of anything else at the moment.

See ya soon,
Angel