Chapter 9 - A Prelude to the Wedding

I

On the night prior to the wedding, Dareon flew to the Dragon Land and sought the approval and blessing of the Dragon Lord to his upcoming marriage.

The Dragon Lord has been ecstatic when he heard Dareon’s news. “Dareon, finding your right woman is the happiest thing that you are going to do in your dragon life and I want to be a witness to that. Let me bless you and your bride tomorrow. I will come to grace the occasion and wed you.”

“Thank you my Dragon Lord; however my bride is still innocent as to who am I really.” Dareon intimated to the kind and wise Dragon, heading the Dragon Land.

The Dragon Lord shook his head with what he heard. “Dareon, honesty or transparency is the foundation of a strong marriage bond. You know what to do then right?”

Dareon looked down while thinking and then nodded. “Yes, my Dragon Lord. I have one thing more to tell you. My bride is not an ordinary Thregonad woman nor a dragon lady … she is a she-wolf, a Lycan Princess my Dragon Lord.” Dareon straightened up and directly looked into the eyes of the oldest and wisest dragon in their Dragon Land.

“You think I did not know Dareon? I knew it before you said so. You will have your wedding in the human land and then when it is time to let the whole dragon world knew, you and your wife will come to the Dragon Land for your Dragon Wedding.”

“She is a she-wolf my Lord; Do I need to turn her into a dragon-like us and remove the wolf blood all throughout her veins?” Dareon asked with such a voice of full surrender to the Dragon Lord’s will.

“That I need to still contemplate… Meanwhile, go and prepare for your wedding, and tomorrow, I will be coming to the Thregonad Village in my mighty Dragon Lord form and you will meet me up in your dragon form, there in the middle of the sky, before I finally land into your village, clearly within the very eyes of your bride and everybody.” Once again, the Dragon Lord emitted his words with such kind of authority that not even the strongest Dragon like Dareon could repudiate.

Dareon vows his head with his right hand touching his very heart. “I will wait for you then my Dragon Lord. See you tomorrow.” And Dareon flipped his wings about to fly, but the Dragon Lord called him.

The Dragon Lord swayed his right hand and from there a white bridal gown made of lace and silk adorned with shining diamonds, hanged dancing into the air. “It is time to pass it as a wedding gift to your bride. I don’t have a son Dareon and my human wife died a long time ago. My heart died along with her. No one will use that anymore. As my adopted son and soon to be the next Dragon Lord, that wedding gown rightfully belongs to your bride now.”

Dareon’s eyes looked with full gratefulness to the Dragon Lord, who took good care of him as his own son. After giving birth to him, his dragon mother left the Dragon Land without any word, to search for that sorcerer, who impregnated and cheated on her. She never came back thereafter. Dareon’s mother is a dragon and his real father is a sorcerer making him a strong dragon. Being raised and trained however by the Dragon Lord, he grew-up, becoming the strongest Dragon and warrior of the Dragon Land.

II

Early the next day, like busy ants, the Thregonad people came rushing back and forth. Their Master Dragon and the woman they called the beautiful angel borne out from the sea are getting married! They need to prepare a wonderful and memorable wedding for them as ordered by their Master Dragon.

And so the whole Thregonad Village has been decorated with colorful and beautiful flowers; tables were abounding with the bounty of foods coming from the natural resources, the Thregonad people have in their land.

When Princess Shelyca woke up, the first thing that her eyes caught, was the captivating, shining bridal gown laid down beside her on the bed and cute white shoes made of ivory.

With much fascination, Shelyca gently gathered into her arms the wedding gown and slowly caressed the diamonds adorned thereon. After admiring the gown, she laid it back on her bed and went to the comfort room of Dareon’s hovel. So far, his hovel seems to be complete when it comes to the basic necessities, from kitchen, dining, living room, bedrooms, and comfort room. She took a bath and then returned to her room again.

After a minute, a woman in her mid-twenties came in with some jewelry and make-up kits on her hand.

“Hello, Ms. Shelyca, we have here something to adorn your face. These are made from different colorful flowers and aloe vera leaves. Please let me know if you want me to do your make-up.” The Thregonad woman said showing her what she got.

“Thank you. I know how to do my own make-up. Let me just borrow your make-up kit.” Shelyca replied smilingly. The woman is looking at her, full of admiration in her eyes.

“Sure, here. Can I stay here for a while? I just want to see you do your make-up.” She asked politely and smiled warmly.

Shelyca nodded and offered a seat to her near her bed.

After finishing her make-up, the Thregonad woman helped her wear her wedding gown and shoes.

“Ms. Shelyca, the bridal gown fitted well to you! You look really stunning!” The Thregonad woman exclaimed while drooling at her.

“Thank you. I wonder why you can speak in the English language well. Are there many of you here who could speak in English?” Curious, Shelyca asked the woman.

“Me and Master Dareon. Ohh, my husband could speak a little because I taught him and some other girls here, who were my students. I am not originally from Thregonad. I was a school teacher and a hiker at the same time, who met and fell in love with a Thregonad man during one of our hikes, nearby here.” The woman explained.

“I see. I am lucky then that I could have someone to speak with aside from Dareon here.” Shelyca smiled.

“Are you done?” A voice interrupted their chatting.

Shelyca slowly stood up and faced Dareon, who is now standing at the door of her room, wearing his Chieftain’s attire. He looks ravishingly handsome and so manly.

As their eyes met, Shelyca’s heart pounded and her wolf, Sheenei jumped like a harlot.