The Dragon King and His Human Mate

9. Fiancée

Felipe

The table in front of me was full, but I couldn't bring myself to eat. All I could think about was Anastasia.

What had happened to her? What had happened to my dear Anastasia?

It had been days now and none of the guards had come back, nor the boat. I was enough scared of the fact that only one of the guards was under my orders, while the other was a trusted wizard of my grandfather. But now I didn't even know what to think about the fact that they never came back. Did this mean she was dead? I didn't want to think about it. My Anastasia couldn't be dead.

But if she was, why wasn't King Ethan's man back to give him the good news? Where were he?

This whole thing was driving me insane, but I didn't want to lose hope that she was alive. She was such a strong woman; she had made it, I wanted to believe so.

For the first time in his life, my grandfather had no idea what was going on either. The thought of Princess Anastasia being alive was eating him inside, and I loved being a witness of every second of it. He deserved much worse though, if she was dead because of him, I'd never rest without taking my revenge. And not only for her, but for my father too. Even though I wasn't one hundred percent sure King Ethan had really murdered his son, I'd find out. No doubt I'd find out.

"Eat something," my mom, that was next to me, mumbled, and I gave her a disappointed look. I was really mad at her too. When would she open her eyes and realize that everything bad in our life was happening because of King Ethan? How couldn't she doubt the fact that he might've killed her husband, considering that he was the last one that had seen him alive? She was just being blind, as always.

"Of course he won't eat, he's mourning over his dead fiancée," King Ethan said, disgust obvious in his voice.

I barely held myself from casting a spell on his lips to stop his disgusting mouth from saying another word. "How bad she isn't really dead, right, Grandfather?" I said between my teeth as I saw the rage coming from his eyes. If he could kill me right now, he would.

"Tell me a way she might have survived, I'm waiting," he tried his best to catch up with my irony, even though I knew he was fuming inside.

"Anastasia is the best at surprising you, after all, isn't she? She must have found a way." I smirked at him.

"Wouldn't this mean she's currently in that island with King Vladimir? I bet they're having a good time," he successfully teased me, and that was enough for me to stand up like a madman and throw the table on the floor, causing a disturbing sound. I wanted to kill. I wanted so much to snap my fingers and pluck his neck, so he could end up dead on the floor. But I wanted to do this more to that filthy Dragon King if he had dared to touch her.

However, my outrage was rudely interrupted by the door flushing open in a such a force that draw our attention.

"Queen Freya!" King Ethan shouted, obviously mad at the disrespect, but she didn't seem to mind at all. Anger radiated from her face and she looked like she was ready to shift in her dragon form and breathe fire to kill everyone around her.

"How could you be so careless?!" she shouted with her high-pitched voice that annoyed the hell out of me, like always.

I had an idea what she was talking about, I knew quite well the relationship between her and my grandfather.

She was King Edgar's mother, the current King of the dragon shifters; which was the same thing as if she were the Queen herself, because everyone was well aware Edgar was too stupid to basically rule over a Kingdom. Everybody knew his mother was the one taking every decision, and considering how she wasn't the rightful Queen, but only a mistress before the death of the previous King, Vladimir's and Edgar's father, dragons didn't seem to be happy to be ruled by her. Even after more than a century, they were still looking for King Vladimir. 

What was so special about this man that everybody loved, despite the rumors of him being a madman—which I was sure he wasn't?

Her dark eyes fell on me suddenly, and they were a mirror of hatred towards me. Did she somehow know that I was the reason behind the fact that they weren't sure if Anastasia was dead or not?

No matter what a crazy woman she was, I had to admit she was one of the smartest I had ever known. Really attractive too, looking around her forties—at least with our lifespan, because I had no idea how it worked with dragons, considering their long life—tall, slim and elegant.

"It's better if we go and talk on the Throne Room," King Ethan told her, and it wasn't hard to realize that he didn't want for me to hear.

I got ready to follow them, there was no way in the world I wouldn't hear their conversation when it concerned Anastasia.

"Son, don't get yourself in more trouble," my mom advised me as soon as they were gone, and I let out a sigh, frustrated.

"You should've thought about me before you helped your dear father-in-law  get rid of my fiancée," I told her before getting out of the dining room to make my way to the Throne Room.

It was already protected by two of his most trusted guards, but I mumbled a spell under my breath, one I had learned recently, and magic flew inside my body. Smoothly, they slipped on the floor without making any noise, completely unconscious. The spell would last only around ten minutes, but it was enough for me to hear everything I wanted to hear.

I put my ear on the gigantic door of the throne room, and heard Queen Freya's voice, quiet, but frustrated, "What if she's alive, Ethan? What will we do then?" She sounded extremely worried. Were they really this scared of Anastasia? A human woman in her twenties?

"That isn't possible," my grandfather said, but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her. "There is no way she would be able to overcome two strong wizards."

"They aren't back. They're probably dead. What if she really happens to be Vladimir's mate? That would be the end for both of us and you know it."

My blood froze on my veins. I had tried my best to avoid that thought, but now that I heard it from another person out loud, it caused a knot in my stomach.

"That would mean Vladimir would be in your Kingdom by now. It's been days since the Princess has been gone, if she'd be his mate, the spell would've been broken by now, right? And the chances of her being his mate are extremely low, she's a human. We don't have to be this alarmed."

I made some steps back and rushed to my room as fast as I could, before the guards would be able to wake up and realized what had happened to them. Suddenly, I started breaking things around me, wanting to release my anger. What if she is indeed his mate? I knew this question would haunt me forever.

No, my grandfather was right, there was no way out of everyone in this supernatural world, she'd happen to be his mate. I was being paranoiac.

But still, why did I have a bad feeling about this?

I breathed heavily several times as I tried to calm down and think clearly.

This just couldn't be possible, but even if it was, even if the damn Dragon wanted her, I'd never let him have her. She was still my fiancée, which meant, by rules, he'd be stealing her from me. Stealing a Prince's woman was one of the very few things that could bring war between kingdoms. Even if I'd have to invite him in a duel for her, I would. Anastasia belonged to me, only me.