It’s been three weeks since that day and honestly I’ve been secretly plotting my escape. Why would he want me? The daughter of a prominent business man, none of this makes sense to me. Recently I’ve been getting flowers from someone for the past three weeks too? I wonder if it’s him? if it’s Drata?,well anyway I did my research on my future husband apparently he’s one of the strongest fire dragons in known existence. This is obviously gonna be an issue since I don’t like dragons, ever since I was little my mother told me that dragons were our allies and nothing to be afraid of. Boy if she saw how he was looking at me the day we met I doubt my mother would still say that, “you gonna sit there forever? Not that you don’t look beautiful when you sit like that on top of the flowery hill.” Said Carson as he smiled at me, Carson’s always looked at me like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world even though I’m no Goddess but still I loved it when he said I looked beautiful. Carson has long white hair with a black tinge and the most stunning hazel green eyes and boy did he have a hell of a body similar to that of slimmed Hercules I wanna say plus he’s tall too 6’3 plus the fact that he’s an elf. “Carson, didn’t I ask you not to sneak up on me or secretly watch me like that? You do remember I say it creeps me out right?” I asked him as he sat next to me. “Yeah but you looked as though you were in deep thought and I didn’t want to interrupt it. If I had to guess it’s about that damn dragon isn’t it? I’m still wondering why your father did that to you especially knowing how you feel about dragons.” Carson said, I let out a defeated sigh and looked at the sky again but I could feel something staring at me I turned my head thinking it was Carson but it wasn’t he was digging in the basket of fruit he brought with him. Why do I feel like I’m being watched right now? I began to get up and look around then something came flying out past some trees in the field nearby, it was a dragon I wonder if it’s Drata again?
Drata’s POV:
She’s with that damn elf again, I don’t get why Jean always like to be around him, what’s does he have that I don’t? Damn pretty boy the way he looks at her. I wish she’d smile like that for me I keep sending her flowers and I think she’s started to guess their from me I hope she like them. I don’t know why I always have to act like a jerk to her, will we ever get along?
After I left the fields I went back to my castle but I didn’t expect to have a reception when I got home, my ex girlfriend Ilitha was sitting waiting for me outside my bedroom door I did my best to just keep walking straight into my room but as usual it didn’t work. “So you plan on just walking past me and ignoring me even after I came all the way here to see you? You truly are mean! Look Drata I still want you can’t you reconsider the engagement? She will never understand you the way I do” said Ilitha I looked up at her and made a disgusted face knowing what she has done to me before and what she is truly planning with me after I made that face I just began to shake my head “Ilitha go home, I already told you before I no longer want you besides you do remember I can read your mind so the horrible plan you were just planning I know about and if I were you I’d leave my home before my mother finds out what you were going to attempt with me already knowing that she loathes you” I said with a smirk on my face I slammed my door shut and locked it. I need to do something to keep myself busy I can’t just keep thinking about how beautiful Jeanette is with her beautiful platinum silver hair and stunning sky blue eyes that I truly got lost in the last time I looked upon her lovely face and if that wasn’t enough she was highly intelligent too I honestly loved that in a woman. No! I shook my head aggressively and pinched my bicep hard then I went to my desk and began on some work to keep busy and to not think of her.
When I finished with my work I looked outside and it was late already “guess I’d better get ready for bed now” I said while taking my clothes off and getting into the shower. After about 15 minutes I got out and I heard a knock on the door I let out a sigh and put a towel around my waist and made my way to the door “who’s there?” I said with slight aggravation I don’t like it when someone interrupts my nightly routine. “It’s Jean I need to speak with you if you don’t mind” Jean said, is this a dream is it really her? I looked into the secret peephole and sure enough it really was Jean. I unlocked the door and opened it and stood in front of the door with my towel on “everything alright?” I said while dripping wet.