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enough to have that?”
I put my brush down surprised at how he said King as if it was his title of power. “You being King has nothing to do with this.”
“I know,” he said, buttoning his cuffs. He shrugged on his jacket and I walked up to him. “But I will make a good king.” I adjusted his collar, remaining silent. He tilted my chin up to face him. “I’ve been waiting for too long.”
“I know you have.”
He smiled, hugged me. “Do you want to skip our walk?”
“Why?”
He didn’t respond. He only brushed my hair away to kiss my neck.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m protecting you.” He kissed my forehead.
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s called the pre-ceremonial kiss. No one can have physical contact with you until after the Ceremony and my phases are over. It will protect you.”
“What happens if I come in contact with someone?”
“I will feel it and I will instinctually come.”
I touched my forehead. “And that’s it?” He nodded.
“But the Ceremony is sooner than you think. Tomorrow we’re heading home.”
“But we just got here!”
“There will be other meetings. They’re annual anyway.”
“You just want to get home and get the Ceremony underway.”
“Is that a crime?”
“No.”
“It was expected we’d only stay a couple of days anyway. The Allies need to get back home too.” I looked down and started to take my shoes off. “What’s wrong?”
“You said we weren’t going for a walk.” I remarked, disappointed. He stopped me and pulled me to my feet.
“I had other plans in mind.”
“What kind of plans?”
“I have a surprise for you.”
When he saw my expression brighten, he took my hand and ran with me outside. It was there among the flowers and tall grass where my dragon stood. He looked down at me. I hoped he remembered me. His eyes instantly softened, his soft lips parted, nostrils flaring.
He launched, took flight, and when he landed before me he bent his head low to smell me. In disbelief, he gathered me in one of his claws and blew his smoky breath over me. When he placed me down, he wrapped his neck around me, pressing me to his warm body as if to hug me. I placed my hands on his large face, tracing over his marvelous scales and rested my head against his nose. He didn’t say anything to me, but he didn’t have to. I was also lost for words.
I saw Fitzray stopping himself from instinctively launching at my dragon. He held onto a wing of the dragon beside him. I turned to face the dragon, squinted my eyes, unsure of whom this dragon really was. It was Citrus. Her brilliant orange scales were darker and she seemed different. She looked upset, almost angry. I was sure she was just reacting to Fitzray’s emotions.
“I’m going to talk with Minx.”
He lifted his hand off his dragon’s wing to show his approval. I walked with Minx to the back of the building where the heated pool was. There I sat beside my dragon. He arched his neck over me and nuzzled my chest. With one talon, he felt for the chain around my neck until he reached my Dragon’s Soul.
“You still have it. You kept it.”
“Why wouldn’t I still have it Minx?”
“I wasn’t sure if Pete took it from you.”
“No, I still have it. I’m just surprised Fitzray didn’t take you for himself and care for you.”
“No, he would never do that. He knew you would come back. He did take Citrus under his wing only because she was still very young and she grew with him.”
“Fitzray is going to perform the Ceremony with me when we get back.”
“Is that so? Lucky he sent for us. You’ll be home even sooner now that Citrus and I will fly the two of you back.”
“Yeah, he wants to get back as soon as possible.”
“You’re not nervous?”
“No, not yet.”
He lifted his head boldly. “I’m glad you’re finally
I put my brush down surprised at how he said King as if it was his title of power. “You being King has nothing to do with this.”
“I know,” he said, buttoning his cuffs. He shrugged on his jacket and I walked up to him. “But I will make a good king.” I adjusted his collar, remaining silent. He tilted my chin up to face him. “I’ve been waiting for too long.”
“I know you have.”
He smiled, hugged me. “Do you want to skip our walk?”
“Why?”
He didn’t respond. He only brushed my hair away to kiss my neck.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m protecting you.” He kissed my forehead.
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s called the pre-ceremonial kiss. No one can have physical contact with you until after the Ceremony and my phases are over. It will protect you.”
“What happens if I come in contact with someone?”
“I will feel it and I will instinctually come.”
I touched my forehead. “And that’s it?” He nodded.
“But the Ceremony is sooner than you think. Tomorrow we’re heading home.”
“But we just got here!”
“There will be other meetings. They’re annual anyway.”
“You just want to get home and get the Ceremony underway.”
“Is that a crime?”
“No.”
“It was expected we’d only stay a couple of days anyway. The Allies need to get back home too.” I looked down and started to take my shoes off. “What’s wrong?”
“You said we weren’t going for a walk.” I remarked, disappointed. He stopped me and pulled me to my feet.
“I had other plans in mind.”
“What kind of plans?”
“I have a surprise for you.”
When he saw my expression brighten, he took my hand and ran with me outside. It was there among the flowers and tall grass where my dragon stood. He looked down at me. I hoped he remembered me. His eyes instantly softened, his soft lips parted, nostrils flaring.
He launched, took flight, and when he landed before me he bent his head low to smell me. In disbelief, he gathered me in one of his claws and blew his smoky breath over me. When he placed me down, he wrapped his neck around me, pressing me to his warm body as if to hug me. I placed my hands on his large face, tracing over his marvelous scales and rested my head against his nose. He didn’t say anything to me, but he didn’t have to. I was also lost for words.
I saw Fitzray stopping himself from instinctively launching at my dragon. He held onto a wing of the dragon beside him. I turned to face the dragon, squinted my eyes, unsure of whom this dragon really was. It was Citrus. Her brilliant orange scales were darker and she seemed different. She looked upset, almost angry. I was sure she was just reacting to Fitzray’s emotions.
“I’m going to talk with Minx.”
He lifted his hand off his dragon’s wing to show his approval. I walked with Minx to the back of the building where the heated pool was. There I sat beside my dragon. He arched his neck over me and nuzzled my chest. With one talon, he felt for the chain around my neck until he reached my Dragon’s Soul.
“You still have it. You kept it.”
“Why wouldn’t I still have it Minx?”
“I wasn’t sure if Pete took it from you.”
“No, I still have it. I’m just surprised Fitzray didn’t take you for himself and care for you.”
“No, he would never do that. He knew you would come back. He did take Citrus under his wing only because she was still very young and she grew with him.”
“Fitzray is going to perform the Ceremony with me when we get back.”
“Is that so? Lucky he sent for us. You’ll be home even sooner now that Citrus and I will fly the two of you back.”
“Yeah, he wants to get back as soon as possible.”
“You’re not nervous?”
“No, not yet.”
He lifted his head boldly. “I’m glad you’re finally
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