The Dragon and His Prince{ManxMan}

*Chapter 33

Marius

I felt a gap in my mind, with furrowed brows I stared at the manor and focused my senses on him. His scent was faint but there, welcoming as it always has been, his voice I could not find among those within the manor.

I hid within the trees and searched my mind for my activities. I had gone to Pilgra and I had seen Adam. There after, where had I been? With furrowed brows my eyes closed and I listened while searching my mind. Faintly I recalled the smiles of villagers, of reformed slaves, I could see the faces of those in denial, their scent riddled with worry and doubt, dread and most potently fear.

"The Prince heads for Borden," I heard the baritone of a man just outside the manor and my eyes opened, interest dwelled within me. "We'll be sending someone else over since the first attempt failed."

"Where is the man?"

"He died in his cellar. Couldn't have him tracing it back to us. The lord would not be kind. It was either us or him."

I watched the two men converse, looking back to the manor with chuckles and wondered what they meant.

"You'd think, being unable to do their own dirty work, we'd be valued."

"What good is a guard to rich men who can easily replace us?" They both sighed.

Irritated and anxious I turned away, my prince was heading for Borden or he was already there. That's all I focused on as the beast instincts within me turned in anger and confusion.

I shifted then and took to the skies under the darkness of the night, the nippy air doing nothing to my flame fueled vessel. I purred deep in my chest and flew steadily and fast.

The manor was silent when I arrived. There was a serene peace that I couldn't place and in my nakedness I his behind the bushes surrounding the building. Listening to the silence, no voice stood out to be the one I desperately yearned for. I heard the sweet whispers of lord Tudor to his wife, the snoring of his sons and finally, walking around the house, observing each widow, one had dim light erupting from it.

I groaned and extended my ability, focusing on the one part, my wings, I summoned them in a half shift and with two flaps, I was able to peak into the room. Zavian stood by a table, a paper in his hand and an object in his hand.

The man needed to learn to close his windows, with difficulty I plunged forward into the window without damaging it, slipping through and having my wings disappear in the process. I landed on the floor with a loud thub. I winced.

"By the heavens." Zavian was beside me then, his scent wrapping around me like a blanket and I chuckled looking up as he pulled me into his lap. "Why not use the door?" His brow rose as amusement swam in his blur eyes.

"I wasn't sure if it were locked, and I didn't think anyone would understand my lack of dressing." He blinked and his eyes roamed my figure, I watched his cheeks flush as his brows snapped in surprise and I could hardly keep the smirk from my face.

"Well then,"

"I told you I wasn't a child."

He stared at me wide eyed and cleared his throat. "You are impossible." He stood then and I sat up with a soft laughter.