Shut Up, Draconius!

Kris's POV





Placing the robe over Hunnie's lifeless body, I stared down endlessly at the woman I've used to know. Not sure how long I was rooted to my spot.




She passed out after Bham let her neck go. He was seething for the fact I had mentioned ripping out his heart from my chest. He didn't like that one at all.




Her body hits the steel floors, I was almost positive her injured back was beyond even my repair now.




My blood would only heal her injuries extremely slow. It's nothing compared to The King's all healing blood. I have to give her some...





I rushed upstairs, gathering a warm bucket of water, a needle with thread, clothes, brush and a small table.




This whole situation was making me feel uncomfortable. Even my attachment to her was driving my mind insane. I want to care for her...





Kneeling beside Hunnie, I sliced the top she wore from last time I brought clothes in. Peeling it off her skin, I gently washed her body. Totally ignoring her nakedness in front of my eyes.




I bite into my wrist, drawing blood and letting it trickle down her unconscious lips.



"There's a reason he feels this way, but The Demon-Wolf King will find out the worse way ever." The old, stupid dragon across the way speaks.





I haven't heard him speak in years. According to bahm, he had many abilities before his wing got ripped off. I didn't trust him either.





"Shut up Draconius. You don't know anything at all!" I lash out. Lifting Hunnies neck and cleaning her with the blood soaked rag.




"You're...you're...fúcking old!" I yell at him. Biting my lips and taking my frustration out on him.




After wiping Hunnie's whole body down, and staring at her perfectly shaped breast a little longer than needed, I managed to clean her skin and took the needle to the open wounds. I cleaned the fully stitched wounds again and then cautiously put a dress over her head and pulled her arms through.






Then, I slid her arms though another silky kimono and added cotton socks to her dainty, yet bruised feet. How once before I'd die to be this close to her!




I bring the weird paddle brush I found in one of the bathrooms, and brush the ends of her hair. The moisture was cold at her ends, but near her scalp, her hair was pretty warm.




Watching as her curls turn into some other pattern. I kiss her warm skin. Landing a couple pecks to her forehead. Her flesh is hot and sends a warm sensation down my spine. Sparks if you call it.





'Get some rest my Queen. Tomorrow is never promised.' The thought came out like second nature.




My Queen, I'll be back later.







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Hunnie's POV





My eyes flutter open and I awoke fully clothed. Even socks on my feet and a thick, cotton dress. One that doesn't seem suited for a witch in a dungeon. I run my hands over the silkiness covering the dress.




Lying completely flat, I propped myself on my elbows, waiting for the pain in my back to shoot down to my legs.



When it doesn't, I slowly put all my weight on my hands and wrist, bringing myself to a sitting position. The pain was still there but it didn't restrict my movements as much. I indeed had been dressed.




Looking down at my legs, I could see I've been cleaned up as well. I sit up even higher on my backside. The stitches on both of my thighs held my flesh together and didn't spill with blood as I dragged myself back to my corner.




A metallic taste was suck all around my mouth as my tongue licked all around. As if I had accidentally bitten my cheeks in my sleep. I cough and gag from the taste and the pain that still lingered around my throat.




My nose picks up on something delicious. Looking over my shoulder as I dragged my healing body, I see a small rectangular table that held a bowl. It was soup!



I needed to wash this disgusting aftertaste down, plus the bowl smelled heavenly!




I hurredily began to dive into the dish, famished from my injuries. I picked up the silver soup spoon and slurped away at the sourly, yet salty dish.





My hair falls into my view and it's completely odd. I tuck the strand behind my ear and notice my curls have been brushed. Someone brushed my hair and it even feels soft.






Was it Kris? My heart flutters at the thought.





I could smell the scent of my mate all over my body. That was the first scent that I woke up to. My last vision before I passed out, was also my mates. Did my mate dress me?



I shook my head.



I couldn't even look into his eyes while he was choking me. I closed them and only wished he would just kill me alresdy. Why must I endure this slow and painful torture?



I've been receiving food from one of Cynthia's friends that watched me get whipped, then Kris has been soothing my ears and even dresses me. The King hates me for so many different reasons. I can't even say his name anymore or talk about him in fear he will randomly teleport in front of me.







"I'm going to talk to you telepathically. You must reply out loud." A deep voice rang out in my head.




"Everyone is awake upstairs and there's a party going on. The King might hear your voice speaking back to me and hurt one of us." The voice of the creature across from me continues speaking in my head.




Sudden tears began flowing from my eyes and then I began to sob uncontrollably. He's so right. The King doesn't want me to speak with anyone!





I nod and reply back in my mind. Mysteriously wondering who and what this majestic creature could be that his abilities allowed him to communicate with me this way!





Wiping my tears and snots from my face I look up across the way. Humongous, glowing, red eyes filled half of the dark cell across from me.




My sensitive wolf ear began picking up on huffing and snorting before I see his wing enter into my cell from under the bars. My heart raced rapidly. What if I can't trust him....



"Don't be afraid child. I'm just a lonely, old dragon with one wing." His voice rings inside my head.





A dragon!



I should have known by his wing. He's helped me a few times with this wing. I smile towards his red eyes after he called himself old.




"The King captured me when I tried to take over his kingdom. I've had many other abilities and gifts before, but without my other wing, I'm barely magestical...." His voice turns to sadness.


"Who...are you. What's...your name dragon?" I replied telepathically.


"A dragon King from the seventh realm, Draconius, but that realm is no more. We separated and I wanted more land, selfishly."





"Oh," I replied. Feeling a bit sorry he had lost everything. He's just like me.





"Hunnie is it?"




I nod, seeing his red eyes flicker from side to side.





"I'm not sure....that The young master may be able to save you from The King. He's...he's been killing Dark Witches for hundreds and hundreds of centuries." His wing inside my cell, creeps up next to me.


My chest tightened. My mouth became very dry as I looked at my unfinished soup bowl. Centuries?




My head felt extremely heavy and the room started to spin. I began sobbing quietly. Hiding the noises in my throat.



"Don't cry My Queen," he says, trying to comfort me.


He makes me bawl even more. I would never be Queen to my King of a mate. I would die an unloved woman. An unloved Dark Witch.




I shake and lower my head into my knees.





I wish... I had my strength and my magic abilities. I might even had found a way out. Now I'm hopelessly sitting in a cell, awaiting for my execution, because I will not allow them to take my child from me.





We shall just go together. Sulking away and holding my knees together, burying my head between my legs.




"I can free you, but it must be tonight and now, while everyone is distracted by the party." My head lifts abruptly. Goosebumps covering my whole body.




"Eat your soup. You need the energy."