[Mature Content]
| Vladimir |
A week now since Anastasia had woken up and I had officially become the king of the dragons once again. Things had fallen into place pretty quickly which was really surprising for me as well. Sometimes, it felt like I hadn't spent the past century alone in a desert island, in only my dragon form. The only part I remembered from it now was when Anastasia came there and gave colors to my life.
She was the colors of my life.
She and the dragonling inside her that had now started kicking her and making sure he had everyone's attention. Stubborn, just like his mother.
It was still pretty early in the morning, so carefully, I opened the door of her room so I wouldn't wake her up. I had insisted for her to move into our room, but for a reason I couldn't clearly
