A Princess stealing organization.
A short story about a dragon who started the legend of princess stealing.
The man sat hunched on the chair scanning the scattered papers lying ahead.
The chair legs wobbled, with scratches marking its handles as his tail sweep’s the ground in rhythmic motion.
He squints his eyes repeatedly as his nostrils flared. “Dammit!” he raised his arms to scratch his curved horns as sparks flew out with every nail flick.
His brow furrowed as his eyes sharp scanned the lines.
“At this rate, I will go bankrupt.” his nails scraped against the table making coded marking that only the man could understand, moving it toward the third on the list to a sanctioned visit to the junkyard.
“Dragon master.” a sweet voice soft but clam, broke his focus and his eyes light up with a soft glow.
Shifting his view, Smiling at her the man brow’s relaxed with a smile appearing on his lips.
“lady why are you still awake so late at night.” the man rebuked her.
With small steps the woman made her way toward him sleek slim fingers tracing the scratches she paused for a second.
Her eyes brow raised crossed, like her arms that circled around his neck for a hug. “I know you are struggling, it must be tough, but you were the one that started this trend.” she whispered into his ear.
All hair stood on the man’s back, his old wounds started to itch remembering his successful escape with the princess of dawn.
It was this enchantress, that made the mighty red dragon plan her kidnapping for a month to succeed and almost losing his prized tail as a price.
“i was young and i knew your father will not agree.” the dragon hissed his chest stiff from remembering those nights he wanted to get close to her at any cost.
“So, you want to support all the dragons, all over the world, courageous enough to kidnap their own princess?” Her nails drifting against his shoulders. “or want to have another princess to form a harem?” she questioned pinching his tough scales her eyes sharp, scanning, looking for a sign on his face that he might be lying.
He fidgeted, knew had to clam down this jealous women or else there will be a week of sleeping on sofa as punishment.
“love, you joking how could I be attracted to any other vixen, my wife is the most beautiful women in all 9 kingdoms.” the dragon coaxed his wife while flashing his best smile with sweat on his wings.
Then he turned to look at the papers again. How to stop this.
Now he can only do one thing. He decided, the tower will not take any more princess from today onward.
Soft footsteps from the corridor broke his focus. He saw a chubby boy enter the door small steps measured solid.
“dad, when will I grow up, I also want to steal a princess of my own.” The boy roared with excitement his wings fluttering.
The man almost wobbled his eyes black hearing the declaration. This needs to stop.
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It didn’t stop.
The Legend of the dragon-princess stealing organization is still growing strong.
A record of 1k+ brides, successfully stolen from their castles.
The man is a legend and young dragons still dream of their successful theft.
Special training programs are run to master the art of safe entry and exit.
Join today.
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