The Dragon Prince: A Dumb Lump and Salty Dragon

Cousin

Ezran smiled as the blond captain walked over to give a formal bow. "Soren," he greeted informally, rising from his throne to shake the other's hand. "Glad you made it."

"Pyrrah flew most of the night so we could get back in time," Soren explained as he shook the king's hand. "Happy Birthday Ez."

"Thanks. So, how was Xadia?"

"Wonderful, as always. Scales sends his regards and says he's sorry he can't make it tonight."

"It's alright. I'm seeing him next week." Ezran shrugged, then looked around. "Where is Pyrrah anyway?"

"She was exhausted, so she needed a nap. She'll join us shortly."

"Well, in that case, I'll let you go and enjoy a few minutes of freedom," he chuckled.

Soren also laughed. "Yeah, good idea." Then, he joined the main party, approaching some people he knew that were attending.

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Pyrrah sighed as she walked down the hall, stretching her wings out. The nap had done her a lot of good, and now she was ready for Ezran's party. She was almost excited for an evening of dancing with her mate.

As she arrived and opened the doors, she gasped as she noticed Soren, her mate, on the dance floor with some random blonde-haired woman in a dark blue dress. The pair were smiling as they waltzed around the open floor.

At the edge, the red dragoness watched for only a few seconds before growling and storming over to them, pulling the pair apart. The human woman fell to the ground in shock and stayed there as she stared up at the dragoness hissing and glaring down at her. "Get your hands off my mate you whore!" she snapped, glaring down at her. Her claws were ready to strike before a hand grabbed her wrist, turning to see her mate holding her back.

"Pyrrah! Snap out of it!" he shouted at her. "What's gotten into you?"

"Into me?!" she growled back, turning to face him and pulling her arm free. "You're the one dancing with and smiling at another woman! I should claw your eyes out for this!"

"For dancing with my cousin!" he growled, walking over to the woman who had been too scared to get back up. He held out his hand to get her back on her feet. "Pyrrah, this is my cousin Raveena."

The dragoness blinked. "Cousin?..."

"My mother is her father's sister," he explained with a deep sigh. "We are blood relatives."

Blinking once more, the dragoness walked over and sniffed the air around the woman, gradually picking up her scent. "Oh..." was all she could say, realizing it was true. "Umm, I...I appear to have made a mistake."

"Just a bit," he sighed, stepping over and holding her cheek. "Besides, Pyrrah, you know you're the only woman for me."

She looked away, her face turning red. "I...um...guess I overreacted."

He softly kissed her cheek. "Just say you're sorry so we can get back to the party." Glaring at him for a moment, she sighed and stepped away, walking over to the blonde woman. "I...I'm sorry I attacked you. I didn't know you were a blood relative." She looked to the side. "All the perfume in here must have clouded my senses."

Raveena smiled with a slight nervousness. "It's...it's alright Pyrrah. Though, I was a little worried you were going to bite my head off."

"If you weren't related by blood, I would have."

Eyes wide, the woman looked at her cousin. "She's joking, right?"

"Sadly, not with a dragon. She almost took my hand off once, not gonna lie."

The dragoness smirked. "Dragons don't joke."