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007: With Care
VictoryAnne ViceSorry for the long break between chapters. Dragon Prince chapters tend to be on the long side due to the degree of description and inner turmoil that I write into each scene. It is a world that is far more complex than any other that I write, and so it requires more attention to detail. I will be on vacation for the next three days. I will post again after I return. Thank you for your patience! While you wait, consider reading some of my other stories, including some that you can only find here exclusively on GoodNovel.
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[Carnelia] I am up to my waist in layers of silk and taffeta, exhausted, hungry, and heartsick. “Can you remind me why we need to endure this?” I ask Ona as a maid tears through my curls. Wincing, I try not to flinch as she abuses my scalp. I have never liked being forced into the courtly ideas of royal beauty, and yet here I am being trussed up to be presented at a ball I do not even want to attend. Except, maybe to see him. “Because we must follow her rules of propriety,” Ona grimaces as her corset is laced. Just as the maid is about to cinch it tighter, Ona stops her with an upraised hand. “But Mi’lady, you are expected to have a fashionably tight waist. The dress that the Queen sent over needs you to…” The scalding look Ona gives Eleanora’s human pet pins the poor girl in her place. With wide eyes the girl, barely more than a child, bends her body in half until only the top of her bald, tattooed head is visible, before falling to her knees in shame. “My apologies, Your
Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince 010: The Elf King
[Carnelia] Everything in my body clenches. I feel my nails elongating into talons as I gaze at the pair. “Breathe, Little Sister, Breathe.” I force myself to tear my eyes away from Primus and the Queen. Twisting my head around to face Ona, I see that her internal fire matches the strength of mine. She raises my hand to her chest and takes deep breaths until I do the same. “Don’t give in. She wants you to be angry. If you are angry you will make a mistake, and if you make a mistake, we will lose everything--the treaty, the cure, everything. If you attack her now it will mean another war only this time our gates are open and the royal family is on the surface.” She is right. Damn it, she is right. I retract my talons, taking on a more human appearance as is polite during a royal function. It is considered rude to appear too dragonish--it’s akin to showing up at a banquet with weapons. At the very least you might be considered a rude guest. At worst--treasonous. I am dazzled by
Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince 011: Flirting with Fire
[Carnelia] One thing that Ona forgot to tell me about Moon Glow Dragons: Staring into the eyes of the Elf King is akin to madness. I forget how to hear, how to see, how to move--all that remains is the swirling sapphire glow of his eyes, bright like the flowers that entwine to create his diadem. ‘Queen Carnelia,” his voice is like warm honey that melts its way down my spine to pool low in my groin. "Would you do me the pleasure?" The word "pleasure," sends tingles that radiate out from my core. It takes all of my willpower to close my eyes and turn my body away. I’m afraid to know what touching him would do to me. “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Your Majesty,” I can barely speak, my voice coming out as the barest breath. "We have not been properly introduced and I fear your intentions." He chuckles, and I feel it shaking my core. I feel an overwhelming desire to roll around in his scent, a mixture of his musk and the star-flower jasmine adorning his body. I can imagine th
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Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince 013: The Dance
[Carnelia] The room goes still as I look into his eyes, dark as night, devoid of all emotions except for one. Anger. “Primus.” As I say his name I see a flicker of life return to the dark orbs, a flicker of green swirling with the smallest measure of brown and gold. “Primus,” I say again, hoping that my words are breaking through, that he can hear me, “Please come back to me. “Mine,” he growls, his hand clasping my arm tightly. “Mine.” “Yes, Primus,” I ignore the pain as he pulls me into him with more force than he has ever used with me, even when I was his captive. I could fight back, but I feel so much joy being near him again that I don’t care how it happens. I just need him to keep on touching me. I feel the barest trace of a tingle. It isn’t the unquenchable flame I am used to feeling when he touches me, but it is enough. In this strange impossible moment, it is more than enough. Then as quickly as it starts, he releases me. His spine goes stiff, and his entire expression
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[Primus] I can still taste her on my tongue. My beautiful, powerful, willful mate. She is so clever, far more clever than anyone ever gives her credit for. They found me, the guards, shortly after I left her alone in that room. The lost look on her face will haunt me in my rest tonight. Not that it matters. At least the memory of her will provide me with a small comfort--dreams have become impossible since they began their nightly torture routine to keep me docile and compliant. Every night, when the time comes, I burrow my heart and mind deep inside myself, watching from a distance as my body moves and speaks against my will, acting in the way it has been programmed to act, performing the necessary tasks demanded of it. Some of these tasks I wish were less necessary. Some of these tasks I wish I could forget. “The Queen needs you in her chambers, My Prince,” the guard demands in a way that sounds like a request--all soft and kind but with a hard cold edge. I know not to fight
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