The Dragon King

By Leila Vy All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Fantasy

Chapter 19

At first, it was hazy almost like looking through a fogged glass before it cleared up. It came as small captured moments. Little lights of what I remembered.

His eyes.

His lips.

His smile.

His warmth.

I watched the scene unfolds before me. A little version of me seated on the grass with my legs crisscross in front of me. I looked about eight years old. My hair tied up into a high waterfall ponytail to keep my hair from falling over my eyes. I was wearing one of my favorite cartoon t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts.

Next to me sat Raiden. He looked just the way he looked down. He didn’t age a single bit.

“What is your favorite color?” I asked in a small voice as I blinked up at Raiden who sat next to me. His arms behind him to prop him up in a lazy sitting way. He stretched his legs.

“Yellow,” He replied. “What about you?”

I looked up at the sky, thinking hard on the question before my eyes light up and I looked back at him.

“Blue,” I answered him.

He chuckled, “Is that why you like to hang around here?”

I grinned back at him.

“You got it! I love nice and cool it feels. I like floating in the water.” I pointed at him before standing up, I ran to the edge of the water and dipped my feet into the water.

“Be careful, Raisneua o’myen, we do not want you to get hurt do we?” He warned.

Tears streamed down my cheeks and his thumbs brushed against my cheeks. His soft lips caressing mine ever so slowly. I returned his kiss. My hands slid up his chest and wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. As soon as my lips parted, he delved in studying the cave of my mouth.

The scene disappeared and another appeared.

Raiden leaned against a tree, looking down at me as sorted through the wild flowers I picked on the ground.

“Raiden, what’s it like to be a prince?” I asked.

He crossed his arms over his bare chest. A couple of villagers walked by but seemingly didn’t notice him. It was like he was nothing but my imagination. They glanced at me when I spoke and looked around for the person I was speaking to before continuing on their way.

“It’s okay.” He replied while scowling at the couple that walked away.

I looked up at him with a bright smile, “I bet you get everything you want.”

He returned his eyes back to me and smirked before nodding, “I do.”

“I want to be a princess one day.” I confessed with an excited smile.

I shot up on my feet and walked over to him. I handed him the wild flowers that I made for him. Jabbing it at his stomach before he accepted it. I proceeded to talk to him while I skipped around the tree. He stood there watching me and silently guarding me.

It seemed he didn’t mind watching me or talking to me at all. A few hours later, my mother’s voice can be heard calling for me to come home.

Pouting, I turned back to Raiden with a sad look.

“I have to go.” I grumbled.

He nodded before pushing off the tree. He came over and tugged on my ponytail lightly.

“Take care, Raisneua o’myen.” He said gently.

I gave him a good scowl for pulling my ponytail but it broke into a grin quickly after.

“Am I going to see you tomorrow?” I asked.

“Don’t you want to hang out with the other children?” Raiden replied.

I shook my head, “I want to see you tomorrow.”

“Then I will come back to see you tomorrow.” He agreed without a fight.

Raiden’s lips continued to caress mine like little small brush stroke. He paints my lips with his own. The taste of him flooding my tastebuds.

“So you are a dragon?” I giggled, disbelieving. “Aren’t dragons suppose to be big scary giants?”

He chuckled, the gold around his irises lighting up in happiness.

“I can be when I want to.”

“I think that is awesome. I want to see it.”

He shook his head, “I can’t let him out to play.”

I pouted, “Why not?”

“One day you will know.” He ended the conversation then. I was coloring in a small notebook. He leaned forward to look at what I was doing.

“Who are you drawing?” He asked.

I sat down my coloring pencil and lifted up the notebook for us to both see. I pointed to the tall stick man with a big head, small body, one eye bigger than the other, and pointy black hair.

“That’s you.” I told him.

He burst out laughing and I couldn’t help smiling back at him. His laughter rumbled and his body shook with each laugh. When he calmed down, he returned his gaze back to me. A smiling appearing on his face.

“You have excellent skills, Raisneua o’myen. And what about the one next to me?”

“That’s me. I am going to be your princess one day.” I told him.

A deep sound resonated from his throat. I never felt this way before like something inside of me was breaking and healing all at once. It felt like frost on glass window, blooming and cracking like a beautiful broken flower. My chest hurt and my lungs were squeezing.

Scenes after scenes. Days of us together being replayed in my mind. I was losing track of time but I couldn’t stop. I needed more.

“Why do you have to go?” I sniffled.

He looked like a broken man. His eyes imparted his torment but little me didn’t seem to realize this. I was too busy sniffling.

“Why can’t you take me with you?” I demanded an answer. He playfully tugged my ponytail before pinching my cheek.

“Because it isn’t your time yet. When you get older, I’ll be here, waiting.” His voice was raspy as if he was fighting back his own emotions.

“Would you ever come back for me?” I questioned further, not leaving him room to answer me.

“I will come back for you, Raisnuea o’myen. I promise you.” He vowed before brushing a kiss to my forehead. He stood up from his crouched position.

My mother appeared behind me and took hold of my shoulders. I began sobbing harder when I saw him backing up and turning away from me.

“Wait!” I cried, breaking out my mother’s firm grip and running towards him. I threw my arms around his waist and hugged him from behind.

“Come back to me,” I begged. “Please come back to me. Don’t forget me.”

He turned around, forcing me to pull away from my tight hold around his waist. He crouched back down and placed his hands on my arms. A sad smile appeared on his face.

“I won’t if you promised not to forget me too.”

I broke the kiss. Tearing my lips away from him frantically and in desperation. My vision blurred with heavy tears. A painful whimper passed my lips and my chest squeezed tightly.

His eyes fluttered open and for the first time I saw the torment in his eyes. His breathing ragged and his lips swollen from our kiss. I swallowed the lump in my throat and my own fingers moved to brush against my lips lightly.

His dark eyes dropped to where I was touching. I didn’t know what to feel. It was the first time I have become speechless. I took a step back and he noticed that small little action immediately. Yet he made no move to grab me, cling to me.

“You...” I whispered.

He didn’t say anything.

“Raiden...” I breathed his name and his irises glowed.

"Raisneua o’myen.” He murmured in his native language.

I soaked all the memories in. It was like a door that became unlocked and now will always be opened. He unleashed something inside of me.

"I will come back for you, Raisnuea o’myen. I promise you.” He whispered in a hoarse filled emotional voice.

My eyes stung as more tears streamed down my cheeks.

“You left me.” I accused him weakly.

“You took my memories.” I felt torn. All those memories, I felt like I was robbed from them.

“Only the ones that had me in them. I had to leave you, Anna May. You were too young. You deserve a chance to experience a normal life but I never broke my promise, Anna. I came back for you.” He replied. His voice was thick with emotions.

"You didn't give me a choice." I snapped, angrily glowering at him.

"I didn't." he admitted.

We stood there, staring at each other. He made no move to touch me. He was waiting and I knew why. He needed me to soak in all the memories that were taken from me. He needed me to do it before he does anything else.
Memories after memories flooded me. I couldn't stop the tears and I squeezed my eyes tightly to stop them. My hands fisting at my side.
"Anna, I kept my promise to you. Now, it is up to you." He whispered, his voice was strained as if he saying those words were hurting him.
I opened my eyes to look at him. He stood before me, pain bright in his eyes but he held his composure. His sunkissed skin danced underneath the dimly candle lit bedroom. The shadow cast from the candle embraced his perfectly shaped lips. The disheveled flow of hair on top of his head made him look like a ruggedly broken man.
Can I accept this man as mine?

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