Dragon Born

hotmolasses:

      A short one-shot inspired by @hotsauce418 ‘s brilliant imagination.

Rating: T (omg who is this person and what have you done with Snazzy)

           

The
children tried to peek out of the windows even as their parents covered their
eyes.  The man walking down the road to
the castle wasn’t fit to be seen by children.
He wasn’t fit to be seen in by anyone.
He was cursed, and bewitched; with little more than a cloth wrapped
about his waist for modesty.  It showed
all of his charred skin; blackened by constant exposure to fire, and yet
beneath it his muscles were frighteningly powerful, his body unnaturally
healthy.  His eyes peered out from under
a mop of dark brown curls, uncaring that those who saw him either stared or
ran.

             It was a
wonder to the villagers that he was allowed to approach the castle.  Will Graham, the Dragon Consort.  To anger him was to bring the wrath of a
dragon’s flaming breath upon you, called by his single whistle.  Yet when he stepped up to the drawbridge, it
lowered and allowed him entry.

             The
castle servants were no less terrified, but having the castle to protect them,
they sneaked closer glances.  Even
beneath his charred skin he was incredibly good-looking; the servant-girls
couldn’t help but stare.  Curtesy of the
dragon’s magic, no doubt; as was his perfect health.

             He
reached the doors to the throne room, his bare feet making little more than a
soft slap on the stone when he stopped as two guards crossed their spears in
front of him.

             “I was
invited.” he stated simply.

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