Free Web NovelChapter 130: Chapter 130 Dinner Time
Amber’s POV
"Do they do that a lot?" Blaze asks as the door closes behind the maid. I nod, and shrug my shoulders at the same time.
"All the time since I came here, and I actually dismissed those Chase assigned to help me dress and get ready. I don’t want their condescending comments and looks. So, I told them I can get ready myself." Both Berion and Blaze look angry, but I tell them it’s no big deal. I don’t want anyone to get in trouble, and it’s not an issue.
"Well, if you insist, little moon." Blaze concedes, and Berion smiles while sipping the tea.
"So, this story takes its beginning in the early years of the realm’s creation. Solei, the goddess of the sun, watched proudly as her daughters created a safe space for their children. Where these extraordinary creatures and people could live and thrive, and not be forced to hide themselves, because of the humans. Before this Deam Mundi was created, all its habitants had to live in hiding, or be hunted for their abilities." He takes a sip of tea before continuing.
"We were grateful for our new home, but dragons have always kept to themselves. Not intermingling with outsiders, and Solei knew we would want our own home in our new home. So she created the dragonlands, where a barrier was raised to keep out those who were not worthy to enter our domain. We became a separate community in the realm, feared and surrounded by mystery." This glint into foreign history is intriguing, and Berions voice is very calming to listen to. Then something hit me.
"Berion, a question?" I ask, as he takes a small break. He nods, his eyes twinkling in anticipation. "You tell this as if you were there?" I ask again, this time with a growing feeling that I already know the answer to that.
"Oh, child. But I was there. A mere hatchling at the time, but I was there." He answers, as Blaze asks the next question on my tongue.
"How old are you, Grandfather?" And the old dragon laughs.
"As old as time, youngling." He says, before clearing his throat.
"The dragon lands were divided into four quarters according to where we had lived in the human realm. West, East, North, and South, and all the new Kingdoms had their own royalty. It had been that way before the sun and moon separated in the sky to make day and night two different things, and we kept it that way. Tradition. The most important treasure to a dragon. We pride ourselves to be above everyone else, and we looked down from this mountain as the rest of the realm started to wage war against each other. We saw when the covens of witches divided themselves, looking with a side eye at everyone who was not from their own coven. Watched when werewolves became as purist as us, and we applauded them for their wise way of thinking. Or some of us did. Some of us looked on with rising horror as the realm went to pieces. But! Then a young woman rose to be Queen. Queen of the witches and wolf shifters, and she gathered them under her reign with love, poise, and respect for all. She didn’t care what background one came from, as long as they were able to live peacefully among her other subjects." I recognize the tale of my mother, and inside I cringe. I have been told her tales since I was a pup, and our nannies idolized my mother to no end.
"I begged for generations to let us be more like this new tendency amongst our fellow extraordinary creatures. To let the common dragon be mates with whoever the goddesses chose for them, but I was met upon deaf ears. When Callus rose to be King of the West his mate was a dragon, but not someone his father deemed appropriate. She came from a family, who had been stripped of their titles, money, and lands. They were traitors to the crown, as they had conspired with others to overturn Callus’s grandfather. His father would never accept an alliance between them and his son, and therefore he enforced the ancient rule of him choosing a fitting mate for his son. Callus had to reject the girl, which he did in front of the entire court. They seemed suspiciously calm about it, and I don’t think he ever formally rejected her. His father was of another opinion and satisfied with the public way he did it. Then fast forward to the day the old King died, and Callus took the throne with his bride. She was a sight to behold! Beautiful inside out. Respectful to all, and caring about her subjects." Berion takes a deep breath, his eyes holding an amount of grief and sadness I can’t fully comprehend. freewebnσvel.cøm
"Then she started to decline. Her health was going downwards from one day to another. She saw the most skilled healers and doctors in the dragon lands, but none knew what was happening to her. It was like she was disappearing in front of our eyes. One day Callus came to me. His eyes were wild and his hair frazzled. The Queen was pregnant, and he wanted me to sense what the gender was. I did as I was told, and the news brought great happiness to both of them. It was a boy. Her health started to get better, she came back to life again. I had my suspicions about what was happening, but I could not prove anything, so I kept my mouth shut and my eyes open. I may be old, but I am not stupid or senile." He laughs, as I feel more and more drawn to this story. Something in this tale is very important and even Ignis feels it. She’s listening with rapt attention as well.
"Time went on. Her childhood friend came to her one day, telling her she was pregnant but her mate was not a dragon. She feared for the baby boy in her stomach, and the Queen promised to take care of him. She even made the King promise no harm would come to him when he was born. The King kept his promise when the boy was born, but he threw the infant’s mother out, along with her non dragon mate. The Queen was furious, but by this time her due date was approaching rapidly and her health had taken a turn for the worse again." Berion trails off, as he looks at Blaze.
"It was not the Prince who threw you out of the castle and the dragon lands, seashell. It was the King. The last spite to his late Queen. She didn’t die in childbirth, but she is dead to this day." Berion finishes his tale, and I blink. Wait what? freewёbnoνel.com
"When did she die?" I ask, dreading the answer.
"The night Blaze was taken from his home, and thrown out into the outside world," Berion says quietly. Blaze looks confused, and I can feel the turmoil in him. Like a water tornado twisting through his emotions. I sit in his lap, placing both hands on my face.
"Breathe my love, breathe. We’re fine. You are fine. We will make it through this!" I tell him sternly, and he nods against my hands.
"We will make it through this, alright." He answers, his voice as cold as the endless depths of the deepest ocean.
