Half-Breed Queen (FantasyAU!Dabi x Reader)

7 - Wyvern's Whistle

His snores were soft but they seemed to bounce across the room, into one ear and rattling through my head in an unending call of sleep. It had been an hour, maybe more, since Dabi had managed to find his way into a calm rest that didn't match his usual uptight persona. From my spot at the table I could see the bright glint of a dagger wedged tightly in his grasp and I knew if I stepped to close it would be lodged in my neck before I could stop it.

I'd imagined him to be less trusting of the woman he chose to doubt earlier today but perhaps he was just confident enough in his abilities to stop me. If I had been trained the way which my mother had wished for me then his confidence would be in false hopes but without any of the things I needed there was a slim chance of me to win. Just one item to unlock abilities told in myths, but it had not only been lost to the people of this realm, but me as well.

I sighed and stood up from my spot at the table slowly making my way to the window situated along the most northern wall of our room. It faced out towards the town as countless villagers wandered through the twisting and turning pathways unevenly paved throughout the city. So easily distracted by the constant need of their daily lives, it was an incongruous idea: A need to go and do normal things without the hovering of people watching your every motion. Living day to day with struggle was never something I'd have the need to experience but I do envy those common folk: They find the life of royals to be so simple and well-made but in reality we had more issues than they realized. This situation being one of them.

A princess forgotten in silence captured by the rebellion and she had chosen to work with her captures instead of seeking help from the numerous people she'd passed along her journey. It was not only scandalous but treasonous as well: One wrong move and my head would surely find a way into a basket. This gamble had the highest stakes among any game played by humans, gods have played with the lives of humans in reckless abandon without any thought thrown into their actions, yet here I am consumed by everyone of their discarded ideas. Siding with my heartless saviors could not only start a war between the rebellion and my home kingdom of Atonima but one between Atonima and Tolina.

One slip of my tongue and countless lives would be lost to unnecessary wars among the idiotic humans spread throughout the realm. A single spark could send flames roaring across the lands: Dragons siding with Atonima as the Shifters chose to ally with Tolina, and not to mention what strings the gods would pull to get the outcome they desired. Without meaning to, I'd made myself out to be the main speciticale in what those spiteful gods considered their most entertaining times, a girl who bared the future of the realm in her scars. Though perhaps that's just an exaggeration.

I'm making myself out to be so pertinent in this game of the gods but mayhaps I'm just their pawn who's already fallen in line with their desired path. Again my life was never mine to follow, my path had been decided the moment my mother passed; Everybody wanted me to do something for them but never once did any seek my input for what I desired to do. My life is the equivalent to a trade: I earn the ability to breath by providing those around with the facade of a perfect princess that they can command with a single order.

With a deep breath I threw my legs over the window sill, my feet swinging back and forth as I watched a small group of children run through the abandoned alley below. They laughed as they chased one another and searched for the wooden sword clenched tightly in the hand of their leader: So young and they already want to take the place of those pretentious people who call themselves knights. If they were lucky then mayhaps they'd soon realize those dreams were not worth chasing, but at least for now it provided hope for a better future. I could feel a small smile growing on my lips as the smallest of the group grabbed the sword and ran back in the opposite direction, his friends quickly turning to chase after: No matter how small or seemingly unimportant a player was they could still change the tides of any fight.