It was well into the late morning when Visenya woke to the sun gleaming in through the windows. The merry songs of the birds were carried in by the cool autumn breeze, and the soft, sensual kisses placed upon her neck awakened all of her desires once more. Lucian's strong, masculine body covered he
"Oh..." Visenya's voice softened with sympathy. "I'm so sorry." "It's alright. It was a long time ago." Lucian reassured her, his voice calm. Curiosity filled Visenya's eyes as she inquired further, "What was her name? Your mother?" Lucian's surprise was evident as he looked at her, never expect
"We're halfway through the story, and the genie has become even more bitter than he was in his previous life," Visenya stated. "That's because his last master callously threw his lamp into the ocean. He spent a hundred years lost at sea," Lucian justified. "Still... he's taking all of his anger ou
He carefully rolled the note back up and placed it inside the small tube. Then, with precision, he tied it back to the raven's claw. As the raven flew off, Lucian took one last look behind him, ensuring that Visenya wasn't silently observing. Satisfied that the coast was clear, he agilely leaped up
“So, let me get this straight,” Visenya said, her tone incredulous. “You're saying that you can actually shape-shift into a massive, hundred-foot dragon?” Lucian nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. “Well, roughly a hundred feet. But I'm still a young dragon, an elite one at that. So, I'll only ge
"No, I think you actually enjoy it," he chuckled, his confidence evident. "Well..." she hesitated, a slight nervousness in her voice. "If you say so." "You don't have to..." he started to say. "No," she interrupted adamantly. "I trust you." He lowered his wing for her, observing her carefully as
"It's me, Visenya... It's Caspian." Visenya looked to Lucian for guidance, searching for any sign of direction amidst the tension that hung in the air. However, Caspian was still holding Lucian’s lethal glare. The silent conversation between them was deafening, and it was far from cordial. "Wait f
With every step he took towards her, she mirrored him with a step back of her own. It was quite evident that she was afraid of him, and it pained him more deeply than he could have ever imagined. "Visenya, there are people who want to come between us," his words were filled with a sense of desperat