The Dragon and His Prince{ManxMan}

*Chapter 29

Zavian

His manor was beautiful and bright. I was greeted by smiles and no scars peaking anywhere or unhappy faces. It looked almost as fake as it felt, however I did not complain.

Zyandra was captivated by the whole place, squealing in joy as we were taken around the beautiful home of lord Buxton by his helper while he was in a meeting with his town officials.

"Is this not grand?" Zyandra squealed jumping onto a bed in her designates room.

"One would not believe you a princess with these actions." I looked around the clean room.

"Oh, your just sad you sent your precious Marius out on his own."

Looking behind me I frowned at my sister. "You cannot say things like that in a place like this."

"Oh, and why is that? It's not as though the world doesn't know how sweet you are to our dear friend." She smirked while I continued to frown.

"Do not give them cause to think of him."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. So, what is my role here?"

I blanched and gave her a wide eyed look.

"You wanted to come, I warned you the lack of action you would receive, don't ask me such questions now."

She folded her arms over her chest.

"What do you expect me to do for the next 4 days, then?" I shrugged.

"Sleep? Shop? Stay out of trouble?"

She pouted. "Brother!"

I chuckled. "If anything, you can help get donations from the noblemen and women of this district for Tudors cause."

She frowned then. "That's not very fun."

"Make it fun."

We met Buxton's son there after, a shy young boy who expressed his lack of interest in politics. He was a blushing mess around my sister who was rather bored of the display but played along nonetheless.

Once his father arrived we were informed of a welcoming party. I shook my head at the whole ridiculousness of it all, however I was glad Zyandra took my advice and raised money.

Within that night of fancy speeches and boastful displays, my sister worked the crowd, securing quite a bit of funding for Tudors district of suffering widows and orphans. It was impressive and admirable enough that Zyandra grew irritated with my words of praise. She could be quite adorable when flustered.

While Zyandra went out with one of the escorts from the palace to the town which Buxton's manor resided, I instead found comfort within my covers.

Morning found us rather busy. Buxton wanted to distract me from my mission with gifts and talk of brides and the kingdoms peace until I grew tired and I formed him I would find this site for the well myself.

I only had three days after all.

He gave and escorted me, fidgeting as though he believed in ghosts and had tried not to seem as afraid.