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the-river-person · 3 years

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The Eminent Doctor Gaster

Honestly Sans felt he was handling the afternoon rather well so far. He’d gone the castle that morning to speak with the King about plans for the Trial, which was going ahead whether he wanted to do it or not. At the rate things were going, the uneasy feeling Monsters had towards the Human might turn into civil unrest if they let it fester. Then he’d gone to help Alphys, who was having a breakdown, again. She’d been doing so well too. The Solution had given her a boost of confidence and she’d even managed to make some headway on what Sans was referring to as the “Amalgamate Problem”. But not fast enough. Even before everybody could remember the resets, people had begun trying to reach her for news on their family members, who had fallen down and then somehow been miraculously cured, or so the original announcement had said. That was before everything had gone wrong and the Determination proved to be too much for their Monster bodies to handle. Now the Hotland Labs were receiving floods of letters from anxious family members who wanted word of their relatives, especially after recent events. Some were even angry at Alphys’ attempts to evade answering questions. Naturally this had only made her more reclusive than ever. Sans had tried to convince her to make an official report to Asgore about it all. It’s not like she’d intentionally caused the whole mess, and her experiment had been approved by the Crown to begin with. The only thing that could get her in trouble was not reporting it sooner, and the King would understand. But no amount of convincing had been enough to get Alphys to agree, she was so stressed out by the near endless phone calls and letters that she couldn’t even think straight. He’d left her after making her more hot chocolate and getting her to watch some anime he’d plucked off the shelf. Maybe she’d calm down enough to see reason. Paps was not the person he’d been counting on to make the day so much weirder. The clothes were one thing. It wasn’t as if he never wore other things. But the mysterious friend in Waterfall, the creepy grey kid, and the appearing door... those were starting to freak him out. What on earth had Papyrus gotten into here? Sure he trusted his brother, who seemed to know what he was doing for the most part, but he had no idea how to even begin to ask the stream of questions that was flooding through his mind. The grey door creaked open slowly, revealing rooms beyond with a much lighter stone that was almost grey until you got a closer look at it, then it was silvery with veins of black running through it. Sounds of running machinery and the clinking of glass was coming from inside, and Sans hesitated a little at the entrance, not sure he wanted to meet whoever was inside. But Papyrus strode confidently in and after a moment Sans followed him. It was a lab. Not as fancy and well equipped as the Hotland Labs, but still functional enough. A figure was working on something at one of the tables. They wore a black coat and had a face of white, and white hands. Somehow they seemed a little blurry at first, as if they weren’t entirely in sync with everything else. But then that blurriness went away and Sans gaped as the white face solidified into a skull and the hands into familiar bones, though with a hole through the center of each palm. “Ah,” said the person, looking rather surprised. “Welcome. I wasn’t really expecting visitors. Papyrus its good to see you again. And Sans... Hmmm. Yes. It is good to meet you...erm... again.” Again? Had they met before? Something tickled at the back of his mind, like a half forgotten memory. It swam up as he tried to recall it, offering him images of working at the Labs, the back of a tall skeletal figure in a black lab coat, working with Alphys on the DT Extractor. This figure was the same one that he remembered, he was pretty sure. And hadn’t Papyrus mentioned the previous Royal Scientist who nobody seemed to be able to remember? Had started to call him... “Uncle Gaster?” Clearly this was not the response the person had been expecting, for they jerked back in surprise. But still, they didn’t seem displeased about it. “Why yes. I am, or was, your Uncle Gaster. Also Doctor Gaster if you wish. I do prefer the use of an Honorific, it makes me feel important.” The joke was rather dry, but Sans couldn’t help but chuckle a little anyway. The tension in the air eased a little. “Would you care to see what I’m working on? I’d offer you refreshments of some kind, but I’m afraid I have none at the moment.” Sans and Papyrus followed him further into the cave. Clearly it had once been much smaller, but large parts of the walls had been dug into, making more room available for the tables and lab equipment. Gaster led them towards a particular table where bits of the strangely colored stone from the walls was broken into various pieces and some were being subjected to heat or chemicals. “WOWEE!” said Papyrus as he bent to look at the silvery liquid in a vial suspended over a bunsen burner. “NONE OF THIS WAS HERE WHEN I VISITED THE FIRST TIME!” Gaster smiled, “Yes indeed. I’ve begun to feel more like myself and get back into researching and experimentation.” He looked rather proud of himself, and Sans was struck with the intense feeling of familiarity. He knew this Monster. Knew how how he worked and what the tilt of his head meant, knew how he’d pretend to be finishing up work as they all left for home and then stay for several hours more to continue with some project or another. He understood Gaster as if he’d worked alongside him for years, which according to Papyrus, he probably had. “Looks like you’ve had a bit of a rocky start then,” he quipped with a gestured towards the stone fragments. It had been a moment before he’d managed to come up with a pun for it. Somehow it was getting harder and harder to pop out with them on the spot. It hadn’t been too big a deal at first, after all, he’d spent who knows how long doing the same puns over and over. He’d just assumed he was a little rusty at it. But every day it was a little harder for him to throw them out as quickly as he used to. Though of course he could still come up with jokes and puns at night so that he could use them later during the day. It was just when he was on the spot. Nervousness, that was all. Papyrus groaned and facepalmed but Gaster looked first confused, and then his face broke into a gleeful smile. “Of Quartz, but I managed to get back into things quick enough. I just had to be boulder with my ideas.” Sans doubled over laughing and Papyrus gave a shout of rage. “OH MY GOD! YOU TWO ARE JUST THE WORST! WHY ME!?” “Heh, Sorry Bro.” Sans made no attempt to look even remotely sorry. “So Doc, what is this fancy stone of yours?” Picking up one of the fragments, Gaster placed it under a microscope for them to view. “It’s actually quite fascinating. Though normal viewing of it makes it appear smooth, under close examination you can see the crystalline structure of the stone, which I’ve named K︎e︎n︎ó︎n. And of course the black veins are actually micro fractures in the stone, but instead of weakening it they actually make it much stronger than normal. This is because whenever the stone breaks it releases a blackish substance in an attempt to bind itself to the greater whole, resulting in a much stronger piece of stone than a fragment free from flaws.” Sans bent to gaze into the microscope. He could see the ridges and facets of the tiny crystals and the spiderwebbing of tiny cracks that covered the stone. There was also something else there, something he couldn’t quite pin down about the stuff, but it made him feel odd. But he shrugged the feeling away, from what he remembered, Gaster had always been experimenting with weird stuff and nobody ever got hurt... Except...somehow Gaster himself had vanished, not only from the Underground, but also from everyone’s memories. All records of him were gone or altered or unreadable. Only the things that couldn’t be erased were still around, like the Core, and the DT Extractor... Things that involved other people. Had it been some experiment that had landed the scientist here? Or something else? “My apologies, Papyrus!” exclaimed Gaster after about five minutes of happily talking about his experiments and findings. “I’d completely forgotten to ask if there was a reason for your visit! I’m more than happy to see you at any time, but I had thought that you might try to phone ahead or something.” Papyrus shifted, suddenly looking uncomfortable. “AH YES,” he said and hesitated. This caught Sans’ attention and he drew himself back from the pool of memories he was drudging up from the forgotten past. Paps wasn’t usually nervous about things unless it was serious. “I’VE ACTUALLY COME TO ASK YOUR ADVICE. YOU SEE, I HAVE THIS FRIEND. HE... HE ACTUALLY IS A VERY SMALL GOLDEN FLOWER WHO CAN TALK AND-” Both Sans and Gaster reacted in shock. Sans felt his eye sockets go dark, the white light that normally acted as pupils vanishing in his sudden fear and dread. Gaster on the other hand looked like someone had struck him and he stiffened. “A small golden flower?” the scientist asked, very calmly despite how he was acting physically. “What on earth has the Prince done now?” There was a long moment of silence as both brothers took in those words. In unison they turned on Gaster. “WHAT?!”

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 4 years

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Wicked, part three (DT royal AU)

Summary: Grayson and Y/N have been separated for the first time in their marriage and it leads them both down a path of discovering feelings they didn’t know existed.

Warnings: swearing, SMUT, angst, fluff

Word count: 5160

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Lady Mareen seemed to be losing her mind as she paced the room, her heels clicking only aggravating the princess who simply sat at the foot of the bed that was likely the place she conceived. Likely? Sometimes their insatiable desires couldn't wait for the bed, involving walls that weren't necessarily inside their bedroom, other times bathrooms and twice before the fireplace. She remembered every place he had touched her at, but she remembered the places when she was the one desperate enough to approach him first a lot clearer.

''You're not having his child.“

Those words have brought the princess out of her daydream, the one where she imagined telling the king of the baby they would soon welcome into their lives.

''What is that nonsense leaving your mouth?!“ Y/N resumed her regality, standing tall as she glared at the lady whom she thought as her only ally in this castle aside from the few carefully placed spies.

''I assumed –'', Lady Mareen tried to defend, utterly confused by the change of heart her princess had and so suddenly, too! She expected the young woman to weep, to scream, to ask for a way to get rid of the unborn before she showed, she definitely didn't think the princess would actually revel in joy.

''You need to stop assuming things that are none of your business. Assuming gets you killed.“ Y/N practically growled, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she lifts her chin up proudly.

''This wasn't planned, you're aware of it as much as I am. I was on the pill for ten days before he first touched me and yet this happened. Nonetheless, a dragon is growing in my belly and I shall do no such thing as murder one of our own. We're a rarity nowadays and this child will inherit two thrones that I plan to unite as one eventually. This child will be your sovereign! Remember that!“ Y/N dismissed the shaken woman, aware she had been sharp with her. Once the door closed, Y/N fell to her knees and opened her bag. Trembling hands found the instructions she had skimmed before starting her therapy, trying to find the cause of their failure.

''Need to take at the same time for at least 21 days...what?!“ She nearly shrieked, finding the mistake is hers alone. How could she have been so stupid?! Not only did she not use it long enough when they first had sex, but she wasn't taking them at the same time either. She'd take them whenever she had some time away from Grayson which was usually at dinner, but other times she'd use them whenever he fell asleep after the act.

Shaking her head, Y/N picked herself up and walked over to the grand-view window with a special couch set in front, the one Grayson had placed when he noticed she loved to curl up against the window and just watch the ocean. It was yet another reason why she no longer minded the growing fetus inside her. Grayson seemed to be caring and sweet, someone who was a far cry from the hateful man she's dreamed him up to be. She couldn't be certain still and her efforts to find his secrets haven't stopped, but she took it all with a grain of salt, even her father's letters about a possible attack on Dracovia and the constant questioning on when she'd do the deed.

Her father...Would he tell her he's proud or disgusted with her for fraternizing with the enemy? Would he hate her and her baby? She wasn't too keen on the baby being a half-blood either, but her line would continue and the royal blood of ancient dragon ancestors would be preserved although diluted. She'd love this child regardless, Y/N decided as her small hand fell onto her stomach. Although her stomach was never flat, she wasn't showing either.

She wondered if Grayson would be happy about the notion or if he'd hate being a father. After all, the two rarely talked about much and all their conversations would come down to asking one another of their well being and he'd always ask if she needed something. She needed to get to know him, the real him and she would. She promised herself she'd use the time she has and finally choose the side she's on after she sees his heart for what it is.

Meanwhile, Grayson had wanted to see his wife. Very eager he set himself on a path toward their shared bedroom, praying he'd find her waiting for him. Ethan had a different idea.

''Bro, wait!“ Running after Grayson, Ethan didn't falter as he had important news to deliver. Stopping before the impatient king, the prince raised an eyebrow almost immediately when he saw exactly what his brother's problem is.

''Sporting a hard-on? Very royal!“ Ethan snickered, watching his brother's eyes darken. ''Going to see that pretty dragon of yours, huh? Bet she's always willing!“

Rolling his eyes, Grayson clicked his tongue in hopes of reserving his anger and channeling it into a much-needed session with his darling. He had never been as needy as he is now, feeling as if he is supposed to be by her side right now – as if she needed him too.

''I thought I warned you about your foul tongue, E. Watch your mouth before I have to punch it.“ Grayson threatened, receiving nothing but an amused chuckle.

''What's the worst thing that could happen, huh? It's just us talking about it and you know I'm dying to know if the carpet matches the drapes.“ Ethan whispered the last bit, pushing Grayson further toward the edge.

''I don't want her to hear and think that I'm a crude savage who will expose her privacy to the world.“

''Or she'll close the tap and put you on a sex ban? Damn, you're whipped.“ Ethan exclaimed, rubbing his scruff covered chin in thought.

''Let's just say it's much warmer when she's in my bed and if I haven't broken the streak in three months, I don't plan on breaking it tonight.“ Grayson winked, unaware of what Ethan had already realized. Ethan was forgetting to tell his brother the reason why he stopped him in the first place, but he definitely didn't forget to tell him what must be true.

''Three months and your dragon bride didn't bleed once? Or do you go for it regardless, huh?“ Ethan raised an eyebrow suggestively, hoping his brother would catch on and once he noticed those eyes widen in realization, Ethan nodded slowly with a self-satisfied smirk. There's a reason he won the wits and knowledge trials and Grayson didn't.

''You really think she might be?“ Grayson spoke out of breath, his heart skipping three beats at a time. It was hard to tell the last time he saw any hope, true hope for Astros and Dracovia to be as one, but now? If she was pregnant? That was everything for both kingdoms and them personally.

''Carrying baby dragon eggs? Sure is!“ Ethan grinned, all too happy with the knowledge that an heir would soon come and he'd be free to court her himself. He wanted nothing more than a taste and Grayson would share as every good brother would...or so he hoped.

''Fuck, I gotta go check on her! We have to see a doctor too!“ Grayson couldn't contain his excitement, his hands tangling in his hair as he pulled at it uncontrollably. His eyes filled with tears and his lips spread into a wide grin and while his legs were shaking, his mind was racing.

''Oh, wait!“ Ethan grabbed him in the nick of time, pulling him back and away as a confused expression settled on Grayson's previously gleeful face.

''We gotta go settle a rebellion. Some of our people decided to go ahead and attack Dracovia without their king's seal of approval and they've got some pretty heavy armory with them.“ Ethan whispered, unaware they weren't alone anymore. Drawn by the loud voices, lady Mareen had hidden behind a pillar with eyes wide and lips shut. She had to be quiet, to bring this information to her princess and hope she can make sense of what she heard.

''What the fuck do they think they're doing?! We're not attacking Dracovia! Especially now!“ Grayson shook his head as he began to walk away with Ethan, grabbing the first servant he found.

''Tell my wife I'll be away on official business for a while. I'll try and call as soon as I can.“ Grayson ordered, moving along as he swore under his breath, his fingers already dialing his commander in chief to quell this rebellion before there's a war to fight because of their stupidity. After all, how could he ever tell his pregnant wife that his people tried to start a war? How would he worry her now when she's most vulnerable? It is hard enough to know she is alone and he can't even see her and tell her of his happiness, to know he would be going to sleep alone in an empty bed.

There had never been a time where he didn't hate the crown on his head as much as he did now. He had watched Y/N walk around the gardens with her crown often, the grace she held it with and the natural strength that would ooze from her as she spoke to everyone who dared to engage in a conversation with her. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. It certainly weighed on Grayson, even on the best of days. But for Y/N? She wore the crown like a feather on her head, gracefully and with dignity. Grayson envied her.

As Grayson set off for war, Y/N was startled by her lady.

''There's a rebellion and they are trying to attack Dracovia. Your husband left to stop them.“ Mareen spoke in one breath, nearly fainting as she leaned back against a wall, entire body shaking. A servant came straight after, not giving time for the princess to speak as shock overtook her as well.

''I'm sorry to disturb you, your highness.“ The servant curtsied, waiting for permission to speak.

''It's fine. Do you have some news for me?“ Y/N tried to hold it together as her face felt like fire and her blood felt like ice. How can she remain calm when her kingdom is in peril and her husband is too? He's off to fight in a war against his own men to protect her kingdom and whether or not she'd like to admit it, Y/N feared for his safety. Keeping him alive now was both a matter of state and heart. If he shall die, so shall she. She doesn't have the crown matrimonial to keep her safe and her child would likely be killed before it's even born by the contenders for the throne. Ethan might spare her, but the baby? The baby would be why Ethan could never take the throne peacefully and she didn't know him well enough to trust they would be safe.

''The King requested me to tell you he's leaving on some urgent business and he'll contact you when he can.“

Nodding, Y/N waved the servant off as she felt herself growing weaker. She sat back on the couch the very moment she and Lady Mareen were left alone, her heart constricting tightly in her chest as the thought of what might happen pained her greatly.

''What am I supposed to do? What if he never returns?“ Y/N's voice trembled. She was shaken, down to her core. Had someone told her she'd care so much a year ago...three months ago, she'd have laughed in their face, but now? She was absolutely devastated and all she could wish for is a moment alone with him – not to touch for pleasure, but to speak from the heart.

Could she ever do that? She didn't even know if she loved him, but she did care. Her aching heart was hard to ignore, so there had to be some feelings involved.

''I hate to ask, but have your grown fond of the king?“ Mareen questioned, never aware of the lines she's crossing and Y/N was too tired to let her know.

''I'm fond of my child and my life. Whatever happens to him could bring about my imminent death...yours too, if you forgot. What happens to me will happen to you, as well.“ Y/N reminded her through cloudy eyes, trying to cover up the real reason why it hurts her so much.

The first night away was horrible. She missed his muscular arm that she dreamt was wrapped around her as much as she missed the smell of him. Her room was filled with flowers, but their scent wasn’t what she sought, but the safety and warmth of his ocean breeze spring-like perfume.

Y/N wondered what is wrong with her. What sort of woman was she that she pined for the caresses of a man she despised?

She missed him when he was gone, but it was only now that she realized how much he meant to her.

Love, lust and passion. Grayson was all three and more. It was impossible to reconcile in her mind, but the truth couldn’t be denied. She had allowed herself to fall and he was no longer there to catch her.

Barely asleep, she spent the night tossing and turning and wishing he would call. She rarely used phones back home, but ever since she came here, Grayson had insisted she has one beside her at all times. It was never used, but she craved to use it now. She’d call him if her pride wasn’t stopping her, if her mind didn’t remind her she might put him in danger by doing so as well. She didn’t want to risk either – not his safety and not her pride.

The next day dragged on and while she convinced herself it would be a good time to go through his things back in the office, she spent most her time drowsy and lightheaded as she read through the documents. Soon realizing the valuable documents weren’t just lying around his office, Y/N retreated to their room and watched the ocean from her king’s couch. It wasn’t long before night took over and she fell into a pattern of restless dreams of Grayson’s demise or worse, of him turning on her and their child.

By the fourth day of missing him, Y/N was tired of the insomnia that haunted her at night and fatigue that took over by day. She was tired of the hole inside her chest and the coldness of the empty bed. Finally, she was ready to try and use what dragons did in the olden times. Magic in her blood might be a far cry from what it was at the dawn of time, but if her mother could perform simple rituals, she decided she could too.

She sent Lady Mareen for ingredients before ushering her out for the ritual. She ordered no one to bother her, the ritual couldn’t be interrupted.

Natural rose quartz Chunk set North, amethyst cluster set West and a clear quartz set East, a circle of orange candles around and burning sage in the center. It was a base for every spell intended to get in touch with the dragon ancestors for guidance. Every royal born in the Dracovian castle had a ritual held in their honor to see what kind of a ruler they’d grow to be. Most had gotten the natural green or brown dragon as a patron, but she had gotten a silver – the same as the first Dracovian Queen – a sign of change, power and a potential for either greatness or complete ruin.

Pushing every thought out of her mind, Y/N drew in a deep breath. She waited for a sign, for some way of connecting to the dragons but no one spoke to her. Refusing to give up, she put all her willpower to test.

‘’I am a dragon as are you, I demand to see what the future holds for me.” She spoke authoritatively, gripping her knees tightly with her fingers before images started to flash before her eyes – a tower, crown on her head, a newborn son, kissing the hard wood of Grayson’s coffin as her tears soaked the material before the procession continued.

Gasping, Y/N kicked the burning sage into the fireplace as she pulled back in her anguish. She could hardly breathe as the images replayed in her head over and over again, terrorizing her as she slowly lost consciousness.

‘’Ask and you shall receive’’, being the last she hears before darkness takes over.

Grayson felt, more than saw, her presence as he entered the room. He turned slowly, his breath held. Her hair looked darker in the candlelight, its rich color gleaming against the green velvet of fresh sheets of the bed she leaned against. He could hardly speak. The nearness of her, the quiet room, the candlelight were even more than his dreams. She stared at him then slowly untied the belt of her robe and it glided languidly over her smooth skin, falling to her feet.

His gaze roamed over her as if he is unable to fully comprehend her beauty. Only when he looked back at her eyes did he see she was troubled. Was that expression fear? As if he would reject her? The possibility struck him as so humorous he nearly laughed out loud.

"Grayson," she whispered.

She had barely finished the syllable when she was in his arms, being carried to their bed, his lips already fastened to hers.

“You didn’t call.” She whispered against his lips, all too prepared for the way his hands roamed her body now.

Y/N was afraid of herself as well as of him. He could sense it as he kissed her. He'd waited a long time for her to come to him and now it seems she was more than ready to meet him without his own needs starting their lover’s dance. He was gone for a week, terrified that once he returned to her he’d find their bed was no longer welcoming for him. He expected all the work he’d put into their relationship to be washed away. He expected anything but to find her with her arms wide open. But even now, as he held her, he felt no great sense of triumph.

"That’s not why you’re sad. What is it, my darling dragon? What’s on your mind?"

His concern for her made her want to cry. How could she tell him of her pain? How could she tell him of the vision where he’d meet his end? She wasn’t the one to kill him, that much she knew. Had she been the one, she wouldn’t have cried over his closed casket. Someone had intervened with their love, a love she was having a hard time denying and she wanted to draw blood until the traitor was found.

When he carried her to the bed and the candlelight danced over her body, her breasts rising with each breath, he forgot all thoughts of anything but the nearness of her. His clothes were hastily thrown aside and he gently eased himself down beside her. He wanted to savor his skin touching hers, inch by slow inch.

When the torture was more than he could handle, he grabbed her to him fiercely. "Y/N, I have missed you."

She lifted her face to his to be kissed instead of a response. They had been apart too long to proceed slowly. Their need for each other was urgent. Y/N grabbed a handful of flesh and muscle on Grayson's back. He gasped and laughed throatily at her haste. When her hands clawed at him again, he grasped both hands in one of his and held them over her head. She struggled to free herself, but he was too strong. When he entered her, she gasped, then thrust her hips up to meet his.

He released her hands and she pulled him closer and closer to her. They made love quickly, almost harshly, before they found the sweet release they longed for. Grayson collapsed on top of her, their bodies still joined as one.

They must have dozed off, but sometime during the night Y/N was wakened by Grayson's slow rhythmic movement. Half-sleep, only half-aroused, she began to answer him with lazy sensual movements of her own. Minute by minute, her mind became deeply lost to the feelings of her body. She didn't know what she wanted, but she was not content with her position. She was not aware of Grayson's distress as she pushed him to the side, her hips never leaving his. Once he was on his back, she could finally rule him.

Grayson lost no time in wonder. His hands slid up her stomach to her breasts, her head arched back and her throat, so smooth set him aflame. He clutched at her hips, both of them lost to their rising passion as Grayson thrusted up to meet her hips, his thumb on her sensitive bud making sure she gets her release at the same time as he does. Once their dance was done, Y/N all but collapsed on Grayson’s chest and he held her close to him, her hair wrapping itself around their sweat-soaked bodies, encasing them in a silk cocoon. Neither one mentioned what ran through their minds: of the possible baby growing inside her.

‘’Mind if I ask you something?” Grayson spoke timidly, afraid she’ll find his curiosity unwanted. He promised himself to learn more about her and he had every intention of keeping that promise.

‘’Only if you tell me why you’ve come back with a cut on your cheek and several bruises on your body.” She countered easily, always ready to spar with him. He could never understand how easily she shifts between a passionate, loving fire in bed and a cold iceberg that would ignore him during the day. He’d always let her have the day to herself before, hoping she’d come to him on her own accord. But she never did. From breakfast to dinner, Grayson would only see her walking around, being kind to all – a true delight to talk to. She would set his soul alight whenever she’d glance his way, regardless if he was fully clothed in his official royal outfits or if he was just sunbathing in his briefs. Grayson craved her love, her attention and her approval most of all.

‘’Some of my people wanted to start a war and I didn’t let them. By marrying you, I’ve promised Dracovia peace and I plan to keep it.” Grayson’s solemn response had brought a flame to her cheeks. She couldn’t deny that his words had softened her, but she had to let him know what had gnawed on her.

“By marrying me, you married a country. You married a woman who’d be a queen and a queen is her country. If you ever do something to harm Dracovia and its people, it would be as if you’re harming me. I could never forgive that.” She traced circles on his chest as she shyly looked away, never quite as open and vulnerable with him as now.

“I’ll protect Dracovia with my life then. But if something happens to Astros or me, make sure you’re gone on the first ship. Don’t trust anyone.” Grayson’s words scared her. Had there been reason for him to foreshadow what she had seen happen in the near future? She shook her head as her eyebrows creased.

“I’ll protect you. If the day comes where Astros fights and your life and crown is on the line, I will protect you.” She promised, her eyes never leaving his. He wondered what happened to the girl whom he heard swear an oath to kill him on their wedding night. Whatever it may be, he was happy with the woman in his arms.

“You wanted to ask me a question?” She reminded him sweetly, smiling up at him as he chuckled in surprise.

“I wanted to ask about Dracovia. I don’t know much about the traditions and the origin and I don’t want to be a fool if you ever take me home to meet your father.” Grayson smirked as she raised both her eyebrows at the curiosity and preposition.

“Well…Dracovia is believed to be as old as time and at least twice as large than it is today – it’s rumored Astros was once a part of Dracovia. At a time where magic was real and dragons roamed the earth, humanity was growing and they were fearful of the majestic beasts. Soon, humans began to hunt dragons, kill them. Dragon keepers realized their beasts would soon be extinct, creating a powerful spell no one had ever tried before – to turn a dragon into a human.” Grayson gasped, surprised at this turn in her story and she slapped his chest playfully.

“You think this is silly, don’t you?” Biting her lower lip, Grayson shook his head.

“I find it fascinating. Tell me more.”

Reluctant, she continued. “Some dragons turned to humans easily, others weren’t as lucky. Once human, the dragons mated and started their own bloodline. At first, there were hundreds of them - some mixing with the Dragon keepers, others choosing to mate only amongst themselves. They built an empire using the gold they acquired over time because all dragons loved shiny things.” Y/N giggled, shifting so she can lay on her side and still have her leg wrapped around Grayson’s waist.

“With gold and the few remaining dragons on their side, the human dragons continued their line but have soon realized they are cursed – they would keep a part of their dragon temper, they could hardly reproduce as the magic in their blood lessened with each generation. Realizing that mating with regular humans only speeds up the dilution of their magical blood, dragons forbade for anyone to marry a non-dragon descendant by placing a death mark on their human lovers or sending them off to…well, today’s Astros. Eventually, every human that mated with a dragon descent would die. So we stopped doing that centuries ago and have only married Dracovian people who would get a dragon patron at birth.” She explained, running a line down the middle of his torso, noticing his confusion and slight fear.

“Patron?”

“Every Dracovian baby has a ritual performed in the honor of their birth. Once the ritual is performed, if the baby has a dragon patron – sort of a spirit guide, a test of magical blood still within, something that can predict how great the baby’s life will be, only then are they allowed to marry a dragon descent. It’s a rarity nowadays, but for a royal it’s still very important.” Y/N heard her husband hum lowly, his interest peaked.

“What is your patron?” Grayson smiled as she gave him a quick glance, clearly deciding if she should share that part of her soul with him. For some, their patron was sacred – a window into their soul.

“A silver dragon. Only the first Dracovian Queen had ever gotten a silver dragon as a patron. It brings about change and great potential for either good or evil.” Grayson nodded as he pursed his lips. It described her perfectly.

“Thank you for telling me.” He placed a tender kiss to her forehead, his heart full. He watched as she rolled away from him and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Grayson couldn’t stop himself from asking, too panicked to pretend to be at ease as she stood before a window – entirely naked as the moonlight bathes her skin.

Absentmindedly, her hand found its place on her lower abdomen and Grayson knew – he knew she was pregnant and for some reason he didn’t quite understand, she didn’t share the news with him just yet.

Walking up to her, he observed her curves and a few stray bruises on her hips. It was a clear sign of their insatiable desire for one another, every single bruise meant he was dying to hold her closer, tighter. Standing aside, he noticed the hauntingly sad, yet still beautiful look in her longing eyes. She stared at the ocean as if she could see Dracovia on the horizon.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Grayson’s worry carried in his voice, evidently not trying to hide his care for her at all. He wouldn’t bother hiding it in front of anyone for this silver dragon won his heart and she was a constant in his mind.

“I’m scared.” She admitted in a faint whisper, her hand firmly set against her belly as if to protect the unborn from the danger that’s lurking - danger Grayson didn’t know existed.

“Of me?” His voice trembled as he dared to ask, terrified she might confirm it.

“No.” She smiled sadly, turning her head to meet his heavy gaze. “I feel a storm on the horizon. When the storms are raging on, no dragon can fly for long. We are creatures of fire and ice, but wind and water can destroy us easily. They destroy warriors as well.” Stepping closer to him, she placed a hand on each of his shoulders.

“Grayson, do you have anything to share with me?” She asked kindly, hoping he’d tell her the truth of what he hinted in the bed. She wanted to help him, but if he couldn’t be honest with her, neither could she. She was ready to trust him with her life, all she needed was a little trust in return.

“No.” His response is quick and short, disappointing in ways he’ll never know. Had he spoke to her honestly, she’d have proclaimed her love for him and told him of the unborn baby in her belly. Had he been honest, she’d have told him of unimaginably advanced technology Dracovia had to offer to protect Astros without being asked. She would have given him the world, possibly changed his future, but he lied to her face and her gaze hardened.

“Do you have anything to share with me?” Grayson retorted, hoping she’d tell him something – anything. She at least owed him the news of their baby.

“No.” She repeated his answer in an even voice, one that held so many secrets and yet not a single answer. Trying to pass by him, she found herself pulled back into his arms, his face close to hers.

“I have one thing to admit. I cannot hide this any longer.” Grayson let out a shaky breath as her merciless glare pierced through him. There was surely a better time to tell her, but he had to do something to melt the iceberg she’d become in a matter of seconds. And so he spoke.

“I love you.”

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