What Your Love Felt Like-The Dragon Saga

Draco finally took off, deciding to take a look at his kingdom because trying to rest was more torturous.

He was a fearsome sight as he flew above the bustling city, his wingspan casting a dark shadow over the streets below. Citizens quickly scurried away, some bowing in respect, others cowering in fear. Draco had made it known that any disobedience would be met with swift and merciless punishment, and the citizens knew better than to test his resolve.

He had always been ruthless but his temperament was fluid at the moment. Correction, it was volatile.

As he landed in the center of the city, Draco’s ministers rushed to his side, offering their obeisance.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Your Majesty,” Minister Glimmer said, “we are honoured by your presence.”

Draco acknowledged his ministers with a sharp nod before turning his attention to the unrest that had been brewing in the city , where a group of dragons had been protesting the harsh working conditions in the mines, and their unrest was beginning to spread to other areas of the city. His ministers were headed there to act as they were commanded but Draco was already there, before them.

“Take me to them,” Draco ordered, his voice cold and commanding.

The ministers led Draco through the streets, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of rebellion. As they approached the protesters, Draco’s expression hardened. The protesters fell silent, their eyes widening as they realised the Dragon Lord was before them.

Draco spoke with a steely tone. “You have been causing unrest in my city. You have been disrupting the peace and order that I have worked so hard to establish. I will not tolerate this behavior any longer.”

The protesters began to murmur among themselves, but Draco silenced them with a snarl. “You will disperse immediately. If you do not, you will face the consequences. Whoever amongst you has any problem, they will come meet me in my court, face to face. The peace of these streets should be revered as sacred. ”

The protesters hesitated for a moment, but when Draco’s expression did not soften, they quickly scattered, fleeing from the wrath of the Dragon Lord.

As Draco turned to leave, his ministers showered him with praise. “Your Majesty, you have once again shown your power and might. The citizens of this city will think twice before challenging your authority again.”

Draco acknowledged their praise with a small nod before taking off into the sky, his wings beating powerfully against the wind.

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Draco finally had to return to his chamber, his fierce demeanor replaced with one of sadness and exhaustion. He had just put his Damian to bed, tucking him, under the blankets and watching as the little dragon closed his eyes.

As he sat beside Damian’s bed, Draco felt a pang of guilt and regret. Draco still struggled with the pain of losing Liana, how was the little guy dealing with it. He had been so consumed with his duties as the Dragon Lord to aid his distraction, that he had neglected his son, leaving Damian to mourn his mother’s death alone.

Draco leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Damian’s forehead. “Sleep well, my little one,” he whispered.

But as he turned to leave, Damian’s small voice called out to him. “Can you sing me mommy’s lullaby?”

Draco’s heart constricted at the mention of Liana, but he sat back down beside Damian and began to sing the soft melody that Liana used to sing to Damian and Damian had taught him.

As he sang, Draco felt his own grief bubble to the surface again, tears streaming down his face as he thought of Liana and the life they could have had together. But he pushed his own pain aside and focused on his son, soothing Damian with the familiar tune.

After what felt like hours, Damian finally fell asleep, his small frame rising and falling in a peaceful slumber. Draco stayed by his side for a little while longer, watching over his son and feeling a sense of love and protectiveness wash over him.

Draco knew that he had a duty to his people as the Dragon Lord, but he also had a duty to his son. He vowed to himself that he would make more time for Damian and be there for him as a father should.