The Dragon and His Prince{ManxMan}

*Chapter 2

Zavian

I scanned documents sent to me by one of the Lords, asking for permission to build a well in his district. I looked over the details describing the place, the reason for it, what would be needed and a budget. I sighed sipping the tea I had one of the helpers in the palace make me earlier. It was chilled, but I enjoyed it anyway.

The door opened and I didn't bother looking knowing that only one person in the whole palace was allowed to barge in.

"What can I do for you?" I asked him grabbing the quill beside the document, I bent over a bit to sign since I had been standing.

"More like what I am doing for you." I glanced up from the dotted line after he huffed to see him in his sleep wear and a pillow under his arm. His caramel cheeks tinted pink despite his effort with a cough to drive it away. I smirked and shook my head.

"And what are you doing?"

"Protecting you," I heard the ruffling of sheets and stood straight after signing, placing the document into a pile of others I had done a few days ago.

"From what? Nightmares?" I chuckled shaking my head, placing the quill down along with the teacup, I unbuttoned my shirt.

"Seriously, Zav," his use of my nickname, one he used only when it was the two of us brought a small smile to my face and I looked down to keep him from seeing so obviously how I enjoyed hearing him call me that. "You are not so naive as to believe that just because the group of mages that are willing to fight for you, with you are the only ones who know your plans, or have assumed far enough to understand your intentions." I looked over at him as I got my own nightwear in order. "Obviously those more than eager to fight you, kill you-" I watched him clench his hands into fists, his eyes bright with red rage at the mere thought.

I walked over to the bed and touched his fisted hand, his skin warm against mine. "Nobody is going to kill me." He looked down at our hands and put his other on top of mine, his thumb ran over my skin, slowly, affectionately. My heart skipped and I felt warmer as my stomach flipped.

"Because I'm going to be here," he rose to meet my wandering gaze, his unique hazel eyes darkened, the ring of red surrounding the iris seeming to grow, something that happened when his instincts often fought for dominance, I offered a small smile. "Even in your sleep."

I huffed at his stubbornness, knowing that even if I attempted to convince him otherwise, I was not getting through to him once he made his mind, and let go of his hand, dressing quickly.

"You are being ridiculous." I sighed. "Would they be stupid enough to attack now?" I asked despite myself, fully dressed and jumping onto the bed and giving him my full attention. "Right after contact has been made?"

"That's what they want us to think." I rolled my eyes as he put his pillow back and laid down. "They know we thought that and would be a bit relaxed, what they won't expect is actual backup just in case."

"Back up being you?" He smirked at me and gave a nod and I shook my head.

"Unbelievable." I got under the covers then and chuckled.

"I don't have Bibzy so you are to be replacement because you need protecting." I blanched as I was suddenly grabbed. My breath caught as he pulled me flush into his muscled chest, his arms tightly around me, he threw a leg over my hip and I rolled my head, my hand on his forearm.