The Lost Dragon

Episode 3-Waking Up (Josette)

I feel myself waking and wince in pain when my eyes start to adjust to the bright light.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty!" a menacing voice rings in my right ear and I flinch away. "Do wake up! Your wedding is in two hours! You cannot be late to that now can you?!"

My eyes flick to the right to see the man who had r***d me and a snarl rips free from me, or so I thought until I look at the bloodied and chained Lucian on the ground. A gasp leaves me as I see he is caught half through his transition as his right eye is red and his red scales glisten on his shoulders; cheekbones and further places down. He locks eyes with me and flinches guilty, bowing his head as he whimpers in agony. My heart slowly shatters and I let out an involuntary scream as Evermore awakens full force and the next thing I know, I am tackling my mate. He locks eyes with me as I crawl into his lap and see my tail wrapped around him. He holds me close and I ignore the pain from the silver cuffs as they burn my small scaly body. I yelp in surprise as I am yanked from Lucian violently and he desperately fights to get to me.

"No! Mate! No! Give her back to me! Please don't take her! No! I will do anything! Please!" his roars sound behind me as I get muzzled and yanked along by a leash. I dig my claws into the stone and roar as loud as I can in agony. "JoJo! I love you! Forever! Just remember that! I love you!"

I feel it when someone picks me up by my tail and carries me out as I roar and fight to be put down. Before I can react, I am thrown into a bedroom and land in a huge bathtub. I feel Evermore fade into hibernation and I break the surface with a strangled gasp as soap is poured on me and three ladies start to clean every inch of me. The winces I let out are nothing compared to the pain I feel from my mate, the silver cutting into his skin as he slips even further into his feral state, his humanity slipping. My heart hammers in my chest as I let out a sob and the ladies finish dressing me in all white and a bunch of royal looking attire. I sit at the vanity and stare blankly at my reflection, my emotions slowly dying away with the last tear that falls from my cheeks. There was no getting out of this one unfortunately and I could not change what these people wanted to believe, nor could I change the fact I somehow knew my mate would be killed for running away with me and hiding me for so long. I zone out through the rest of my day as I stay tuned in to my dragonized mate.

---several hours later----

"Wife?" I hear a female say as I walk toward the bar. "New queen? How can she be a new queen when she doesn't even drink as one should? Look ay her. What is so special about her? I am obviously better. See, she's about to order some drink like brandy or beer."

"What would you like tonight milady?" the small male asks as he cleans a shot glass out.

"What's the strongest you have?" I say sighing as I sit on the stool.

"Bad day?"

"You have no idea. Oh and hand me those darts would you?"

"Sure thing."

He passes me the darts and the glass and I throw all seven of them, landing on the board that was a mere half an inch of the blonde prats face. She gasps and jumps, yelping as she glares at me.

"You...!" she starts but I wave my hand to dismiss her and her lips instantly shut. 

She tries to speak but nothing comes out and I sigh more relaxed.

"You are going to be the first queen who has done that to a Dutchess miss," the boy says amused and I roll my eyes.

"She was a b***h. Is a b***h technically. I don't put up with any more bitches than my four personalities of my own b***h modes. Besides, do I look the most enthused to be marrying a guy I have never met for one, his older brother is my soulmate and currently locked away being tortured and I could honestly give zero f***s what people think at the moment? They are all overrated whores anyway. She slept with four of the men over at the pool table this week."

"How do you know that miss?"

"They carry her scent just as she does theirs. She wears expensively strong and tangy perfume to cover up that she is pregnant and does not know it. Poor girl. She's what...twenty?"

"Yes. Precisely so, but how did you know?"

"I am good at smelling secrets."

"On everyone?"

"Do not worry kid. I won't tell anyone you stole the cheapest vase in the palace. I know your situation is dire and you would never do anything like this otherwise. Your secret is safe with me."

"How...?"

"I am good with scents. Your scent holds guilt and remorse but dire need. I won't snitch on you. They won't even miss it honestly. It's far less important to them than I am."

"You are a very unique person."

"I have had my fair share of rough patches. I know what it is like on this side of life. Working hard, getting an education, taking care of someone who will probably turn around and hate you later on? Just know one day your little sister will appreciate it. She is a young teenager, we females go through many different things at this time and she just sees you as a humiliation because of the bitches at school."

"You know a lot about me."

"I know everything there is to know about everyone in here when I want to, but there are some things I do not want to see. That's for sure."

He chuckles and I smile, relaxing a tad bit at the non-awkward situation that had befallen us.