TW: Some mild/moderate description of physical abuse (whipping) and the left over affects, some memories and ptsd-esque stuff
To say your father was angry with
the turn of events was probably an understatement. He just couldn’t physically
show his levels of anger, not that his scent didn’t make it obvious. Your
mother wasn’t supposed to be on any scouting mission, which apparently was what
she had been doing when her estrus came. If you were right, the Queen had sent
her out. Being the King’s preferred mate won no favors in the court when he was
married to someone else.
You seethed with no outlet; the
human had been taken to a cell as soon as you arrived with him in your arms.
You had been barred from interacting with him, likely because they feared you
killing him. And you wouldn’t deny that could be a possibility.
Last night after you had arrived
back, had been bloody filled with pain as the Queen, your stepmother, and the
only mother the court recognized; felt that punishment was in order for doing
more than your assignment. Though honestly from the slip of her tongue as she
whipped your back raw and red, it was more because ‘you ruined her plans.’
Your back was still tender, the
healing salve though it worked wonders could only do so much and this time she
had been so angry. An involuntary shudder rippled through you as you remembered
the way she looked before she stepped behind you. The memory of the servant
finding you half an hour later from what the candle said, with the faint
feeling of wetness from your own blood having soaked through the ribbons of
your gown and made quite a mess on the ground, plagued your mind when you
weren’t careful. This was one of the punishments that would take a while to
stood off to the side of the throne as you waited for the Dragon Slayer. He had
finally arrived or would be arriving soon. He had sent a carrier falcon earlier
and asked for an audience, he apparently had your mother’s body. She had lost
life her life, supposedly, during the journey to the Draconic Kingdom and her
self-destructive tendencies had caused damage too great. Which wasn’t outside
the realm of possibilities, without a mate she would have refused to eat and
slowly mauled herself in desperation.
didn’t mean he wasn’t at fault in your mind. If he hadn’t gotten in the way,
she would have mated, even if it had been with a different dragon.
father could barely sit still in the large gold inlayed chair. His muscles
twitched and jumped with agitation. Knowing his mate, the mate he chose every
year above all other females including his own wife, was dead was probably
destroying his dragon. It likely wanted to mourn correctly. You know you did.
form was slightly slouched, taking a dejected position until the humans were announced,
and the muscle memory kicked in. Presentation was everything, it commanded
respect even at the worst of times. Your spine and shoulders moving of their
own accord as they straightened and your chin tilting with confidence.
Dragon Slayer stepped inside the audience chamber with two humans flanking him,
a woman with pink skin and a young man with blond hair that sported some sort
of black jagged marking in it. The king wore heavy furs and a couple strings of
necklaces, the others were dressed in high class robes but obviously weren’t
royalty, nobility likely wasn’t far from the mark though.
desire to defend, to attack, reared in your muscles and mind but you managed to
keep control. The Queen and the King sat to your side and you would not embarrass
your father. Your brother and sister were off to their other side; however,
they were so much younger than you and likely didn’t quite understand the significance
of what was taking place.
is she?” your father’s voice was quiet, gravelly with carefully controlled
grief, and you ached to touch him even as you stood frozen in your proper place.
her in,” Bakugo frowned, as his hand motioned forward, and the doors behind him
parted farther, two humans bringing in the prone dragon form of your mother.
set her before your father, before you, quietly and bowed as they backed away.
Your legs twitched, fingers flexing, with the aching need to collapse next to
her and make sure she wasn’t gone. Even though you could smell the slight rot
from hours of travel on her dead body already starting. The tears welled and
your tried so hard not to let them fall. But two crept out and you sniffled
with disgust. Death was something you were familiar with, but it wasn’t
supposed to touch those you were closest to. You felt selfish wishing it was
someone else in front of you, instead of her. Yet you couldn’t stop those
thoughts, even as you forced yourself to swallow your feelings because you were
a princess right now, you were representing your race, and you’d be damned if
you showed weakness. You fixed the human before you with a frozen glare, directing
all your anger and hatred at him.
you, King Bakugo, for bringing her back,” your father’s voice was all
formalities and you hated, Ancients above, you hated that he would even
think of showing gratitude to the man who technically killed her in the first
didn’t bring her back without expecting something in return,” his crimson eyes
narrowed. “You have one of my men. A dragon took him.”
worry he is still alive, if a little agitated,” the Dragon King waved his hand
dismissively, bronze eyes staring at the corpse on the ground distractedly. “You
can take him we have no use for him.”
also… would like to discuss something with you. For the future of our kingdoms,
and to hopefully avoid… things like this again,” the Dragon Slayer motioned to
your mother with a look of distaste even as he seemed to struggle with what he
was saying, as if it were disgusting to even think of saying it.
seemed to catch your father’s attention and it pulled his reptilian stare onto
would like to talk about a treaty. One that would solidify the peace for generations
and make it harder for those… working against us to cause problems,” he was
choosing his words carefully. “I was thinking a courtship. In the human kingdom
it would be called marriage.”
father didn’t respond right away but you felt the prickle of unease at your
nape as you watched his eye slip back to your dead mother. Not missing how that
they moved to linger on you for a second, his gaze once again softening with
once… I think you are right, young human king.”
felt the air rush out of him in a sigh of relief. He expected to have to work
harder at this, maybe the loss of this dragon had worked in his favor, she
seemed important to the King. He now had to be prepared for several days of
figuring out the logistics of this arranged marriage. Except the dragons’ King
seemed to have a different plan and was more than ready for marrying his
only have one daughter of age who could marry. Many of my children are only
sixteen or much younger, not even close to considered an adult in dragon years.
My daughter… Blodwyn is the oldest female of my brood, and she is similar to
your age if we compare the differences in races. I believe you may have already
seen her; she is the one who brought your soldier back,” the king lifted a lazy
hand to a woman who stood off the side.
woman started and snapped her head to the side to stare at her father. Her jaw
tightening just slightly. Katsuki could tell she wanted to speak, but she
merely focused that unearthly bronze gaze back onto him and curtsied. Her eyes
held a chilled fire that was a feat and made Bakugo quirk his brow.
would be honored,” her statement was civil, but the tone of the last word
was filled with venom.
smirked. Though she was far from what was considered ideal in his kingdom when
it came to her body shape, almost androgynous, he could make it work. Her chest
held barely any curves and her hips just wide enough to cause a slight curve in
her dress, her face was everything feminine and ethereal though. Even the short
cropped black hair could not detract from her facial features, especially with
the winged, glittering scale clusters that decorated her eyes like permanent
lavender eye powder.
had remembered catching the tail end of her fight with Kirishima. She had
literally disappeared with him in her arms only to appear as barely more than a
dot in the sky seconds later. He wondered what her quirk was, it seemed strong.
dragon form was beautiful from what he remembered, but she had looked fae-blood
compared to the Breath Bloodline that the king was. That was something to
investigate. She wasn’t ideal… but was someone interesting and possibly
someone who could hold their own in court when it turned nasty. Which it likely
will offer her hand on a trial basis. The engagement will last a maximum of six
months, young king… if she has not taken your third courtship gift by then we
will revoke any mating or as you call it, marriage,” the king’s eye flashed
cold and domineering.
smirk widened, glancing at the woman before him, he didn’t know a lot about
dragon courtships, but he was positive that winning this dragon over wouldn’t
I be told what these gifts need to be?”
I will have someone draw up the agreement, we will send a dragon with things
that need to be signed and also the requirements,” the dragon leaned forward on
his throne, looking down at the corpse of the fae-blood again with a sorrowful
intensity. “Be careful human… I am entrusting you with her safety. If any harm
becomes of her… I will personally skin you.”
again that intense gaze was focused on him, and Katsuki felt a tiny shiver go
up his spine. That wasn’t a threat, that was a fact, a promise.
princess merely watched the exchange, her gaze thoughtful, until her eyes shifted
to look at the Queen for a moment, before going back to him. She squinted,
tilting her head to the side as she sized him up.
sure I will be just fine, father,” she hissed.
wasn’t an idiot, he was treading in dangerous territory and it wasn’t exactly
like he was in his kingdom currently, “She will be treated with the utmost
respect, sire.” He bowed to the king, but actually kneeled to the princess,
“Welcome to the family, Blodwyn.”