Hail the Dragon Enchantress

Chapter 3: Night Flight

~Queen Regina’s P. O.V~

Here we are. Many years later. My father stepped down as king and my mother stepped down as queen last year. This will be my final entry. I am Queen of Shora now. And my time will be taken. Between politics, finding a suitor and, of course, my dragon. Lady Nithe is a full grown dragon now. And what a wonder she is. As the final pages of this journal are being written, Nithe is out hunting for herself. She is easily twice the size of any dragon I have seen. That gold marking is on her flanks and her wings grew long. Tonight, my family is holding a grand ball for young men and women. Dragons are not permitted there as of yet. I plan on making that change soon. Even though my parents have stepped down, my mother begs and pleads with me to hold so many of these boring events. I only have an hour or so left until the seamstresses come in with their proding needles and stuffy corsets. I find myself hating the palace balls. Gentlemen that want my favor are not looking at me. They are looking at my crown. My dragons. Anything that gives them power with marrying me. How can I, in good conscience, marry a man that only wants what I have? Sometimes, I do wish that Jack were alive. I miss him. Oher times, I am glad he isn’t here. Pirates have become more frequent. It’s more than a bit concerning. Even with our dragons, they keep trying to kidnap me. Of course, Lady Nithe burns them alive. But the threat is still there. We are just lucky that they can’t make it into the kingdom and steal an egg or two. I suppose this is a good place to end my journal. I shall go to this unnecessary ball and try to find a good suitor for me. The outcome might be different, yet my hopes are not high.

I let the ink dry before closing the journal. It had been 12 long years since the news of Jack and Kelp came to the kingdom. My parents had never had the heart to tell me or my friends of his death. So, I told them myself in secret. We all cried together. The dragons understood what had transpired and wept with Lady Nithe. I never had the courage to tell my parents that I overheard their conversation that day either. And that is a secret that I will take to my final rest.

I got up from my bed and looked out my window. It was a cloudless day. The ocean breeze softly tracing my window. I see the people putting up lanterns and small cloth decor. I loathed it. Not the decor, mind you, the ball for which the decor was made. If this had been a celebration like Draco de Ermer. Day of the Dragon. Then, I wouldn’t mind so much. A day to be scared. A night filled with tales of bad witches, horrible mythological creatures and evil spirits. A day where the ethereal veil is lifted. I love the kingdom decor for that. For vanity balls? I wish I could not take part in it. But I am the Queen. And the Queen must attend. Whoever made that rule up was just conceded.

I got lost in thought while watching the waves crash along the shoreline. I imagined mermaids were out there luring young men to the depths of the ocean. Or perhaps spiritual butterflies that guild the lost home. Creatures of legend or fairy tail come to life. It would be fantastic to meet a Pegasus. The tales of Hercules and his winged horse defeating mighty foes. Those are the tales I loved. Even now. But alas, I must keep my wants and desires to myself.

*Knock, knock, knock*

“My Queen.” It was my head seamstress.

I reluctantly went to open my door. “I am here. Please enter.” Being as polite as I could.

There were 5 seamstresses in all that entered my bedroom. They all poked, prodded and had me dress down to my skivvies before they went to work on my dress for this evening. Lady Nithe won’t be back until the ball has nearly ended. Once she does return, I plan on making myself scarce and take a flight with her. It calms me down.

After the dress was measured out and a mock dress was made, they left my room. I took this chance to get myself put together and send my messenger bird to find where Claira was. I wrote her a coded message to meet me in my horse's stables in less than half an hour. She was, after all, my best friend. I hurried down to the corridor and out the side door. It led to the stables. It also passed a w***e house. I was not as innocent as my parents believed I was. I have spent many nights there watching women seduce the men. Of course, I was hidden with a long dark cloak and coal over my eyes. The brothel keeper, bless her heart, knew I was there and would keep the men away from me. That didn’t mean that I didn’t relieve myself there.

When I got to the stable, Claira and I exchanged kisses. She wasn’t a lover per-say. But as a Queen, I had a taste both ways. Claira and I were touching each other and feeling each other. She moaned a little as I held her mouth against mine. She was slightly taller than I was. Long dark oak hair. And pretty blue eyes. Her bosom spilled from my hands as I gently rubbed them.

I broke the kiss first. “Do you want to be in control?” I whispered in her ear. She smiled slyly and pushed me into the stack of hay.

Kissing my neck as she got on top of me. “You know I do.” She bit my lower lip. “I want that pretty body of yours bare.” I had to admit, I loved being in her grasps. She unlaced my corset and took the top of my bodice off. Her mouth finds my puckers. We moaned together and rubbed against each other. Her hands pulled off my skirt entirely and found my flower. She inserted 2 fingers into me. When I felt the tension release, she stood up and unclothed herself.

Our flowers rubbed one another as we both had fingers inside us. Our breasts pushed together. We moaned and giggled as we enjoyed each other. Our tensions released at once. Laying there panting. After I marry, we can’t be doing this.

I looked at her. “The ball is about to start. We need to go.”

She nodded and kissed me again. “I’ll miss this, my queen.” I pushed her a little against the hay and let my tongue roam her weeping flower once.

“A present.” She and I got up and redressed. Going our separate ways for now.

I got up to my room once more and had the seamstresses dress me. Once I was finished, I got to make my entrance. It was as expected. Boring. Full of men on their knees with rings in their hands. I always asked a single question and each time, the answer disappointed me.

My mother and father were conversing and telling their allies of me. The allied sons would either glare at me or brush me off to talk about the dragons, the wealth of my kingdom or if I was still a virgin. That last one always ended in wine being thrown at them. “Regina.” My mother would exclaim my name. I would alway tell her what had transpired.

The night was dying down and I saw the shadow of my dragon. I managed to slip away from the noise and commotion. She landed in our garden area and I got on her. Taking flight again, she let me calm down.

“I want to marry for love, Nithe.” I told my dragon. “Sure, I have Claira. She and I aren’t lovers, though. We’re merely play things for each other.” Nithe looked at me then looked ahead. “I suppose you’re right, girl. I need to let go of the past. I keep thinking about Jack and Kelp.” Nithe huffed and shook her head. “What? I did love him, you know.” She yawned at me. “Keep up that attitude and I might splash you with cold water.” I leaned against her. Looking down at the sandy beaches. We passed several rock formations and many tide pools. “Another ball is done. More suitors rejected.” I sighed. “Let’s head back, girl. Many hours went by and I found myself at the w***e house again. It’s the only thing that keeps me from going insane. I watched and relieved myself many times. I even played with a few women. Never taking off my cloak or mask. I ended my night with a woman giving me pleasure with her tongue.