The beating sun lit up the throne room that was once the dark and dim lit cave of the moon dragon. The white columns sparkled with the gold specks hidden in the stones. The stained glass above turned the throne room into many different colors.
The throne itself was made out of the bones of those who fought against the sun dragons. And on the throne sat Irian Flare. Irian became the king after he faced the moon dragon and lived to tell the tale.
An older sun dragon walked into the throne room.
"Hail the king." His old voice called.
Irian stood from his throne. His muscles strained against his leather vest. His sun dragon tattoo flexed on his jaw and neck.
"Old man, you don't need to address me so formally." Irian said, "After all, it was you who helped me defeat the moon dragon."
The old man was hunched over with a walking cane to support his weight. His body showed more of his age as his eyes started sinking into the sockets and his sink was wrinkled and dotted with sun spots. His wings' scale color was dull down from the vibrant gold they used to be. And his sun dragon tattoo was nothing more than an outline of what it once was.
"Why is it you have come, old man?" Irian asked.
"Well it has been six years since the fall of the moon dragon." the old man noted.
" Has it really been that long?" Irain asked, turning to face his throne of bones, his wings rustling in the wind.
"It jas." the old man puffed, " But that is not why I'm here today."
Irain turned, irritated, " Then why are you here?"
"Dont you get snappy with me, Irain, remember who I am."
Irain closed his eyes and sighed, " Your right."
" Anyways down to the point, the counsle wants to know when you plan on mating?"
This caught Irain off guard, "What?!"
" You heard me, its been six years, seven since the tragic event."
" I don't need a mate." Irain retorted.
" You can't keep living in the past."
Irain turned back towards the throne of bones and walked up the steps," I will not say it again."
The old man's wings twitched as he watched Irain sit on the throne.
"Do I make myself clear?" Irain challenged.
"Young dragons." the old man shook his head slowly, then turned and left.
Irain sat on his throne disgusted, "Can't keep living in the past; you still amaze me , Rai Flare."
After a while he called for one of his servents.
"Fetch the warden,boy."
The servant left, murmuring something under breath.
Irain sat on on his throne and smirked to himself.
Ten minutes later the servant returned with the Warden in tow.
" Leave." Irain commanded.
the servant bowed and silently left.
" You summoned me my king?"
I rain stood from his throne of bones, "Come with me."
x
Irain walked with the warden through the tunnels that still laid within the palace. The tunnels led to what is now the dungeons. This was the only place that was still dim lit, damp and original to the cave.
"Tell me of my prisoner." Irain commanded.
"Of course. " the warden continued, "She still has not spoken a word."
" She will speak soon."
" She is also refusing to eat."
" Is that son?" Irain questioned.
" Yes my king."
Both walked in silence until they stopped at a heavy, botled iron door. Irain watched as the warden unlock the door and pushed with everything he had. The sound of iron scraping and scratching on the floor was unwelcomed to their ears. Once the door was opened , Irain walked through the doorway and entered the dungeons.
The place was grim to say the least. there were no windows to the outside world. The bars that made up the cells were made out of silver.
And thos cells were filled with those who refused Irain as their king.
A choir of sorrowful moans and groans was accompanied by the shrill sound of chain and shackles scrapping the walls and floors.
The warden stopped at a heavy door, and opened it.
"Wait here." Irain said, walking through the door.
Irain continued to walk down another long tunnel that led to a silver door with only a small bar window.
Stopping in front of the door, Irain spoke a series of draconic words. The door opened to a dark room. Irain lit the only touch in the room. the dim and flickering light washed over the room. And in that room with the single touch kneeled a woman.
she was held by shackles. Her big beautiful wings were nailed to the wall. Her body was covered is scars, old and new and old. Her dragon tattoo covered her back. Her wrists and ankles were bleeding from the shackles. Her horns were a dark grey, two horns pointed towards the sky and the other tow curved down passed her face..
Her breath was raspy and shallow.
"I know your awake." Irain stepped closer.
The woman didn't move, she kept so still that one would have thought she was dead.
Irain clenched his jaw as he backhanded the woman across the face.. The chains rattled and shook as her body limply swung to the side. A fresh wound reopened from the abrupt movement. The smell of blood filled the room.
Irain kneeled down and yanked the woman's jaw towards him, causing the collar and chain that was attached to the wall, to cut into her neck.
"When I speak to you, I expect you to answer." Irain growled.
Now he could see the woman's face. Her skin was a deep olive color. Her hair was midnight black. She had a strong jawline and high cheek bones. And her eyes were a deep silver. A bruise was already forming where Irain had slapped her. But the right side of her face was burned, from temple to jaw. And her righteye was clouded and blinded.
The woman struggled to breath as she spat blood at Irain. The blood splashing just under his left eye.
"Your a coward."
Irain released her jaw and grabbed her throat and started to squeeze. The woman struggled against the chains trying to escape his grip. He squeezed harder until she could barely breathe.
Irain sighed and let go. The woman hung from her chains as she struggled to breath again.
"This is why I like you, Aldreas." Irain mocked.
The woman did nothing.
Irain smirked and turned to leave. He wiped her blood off his face. He left the dim room, the door locking behind him. And when the door locked, he left the lone torch and he left the woman's broken body and spirt behind.
When he met back up with the warden he stopped, " Make sure she eats, I don't care if you have to force feed her."
" Of course my king." the warden said.
"if she dies. I will have your head on a pike."
the wardens ademsapple bobbed, unsteady.
With that, Irain walked out of the dungeons and through the tunnels and back into the throne room, where he sat on his throne of bones and smirked to himself.