The Dragon's Human Bride

went mute and the blazing, molten-golden sun was not bright enough to dispel the lurking shadow

if uttering a taboo and then she leaned in closer, lowered her voice even more and added, "Killed by his son.”

owing the answer but fighting

eyes widened like full moons as she trembl

inaudible. Her eyes darted to the skies and her g

thir

the sun that beat down with a definite vengeance desp

e to be bordered by a war-torn kingdom. We are never safe thank

ry as a child pointed sha

attention. The women watched with their mouths hanging half-open even as hundreds of arrows launched into the air

boomed and the chaos they

nued to slam shut as families took cover. Gedeon, a tiny kingdom bordering the

hed to take cover, a slender woman ran about, bumpin

ched for her, the chi

ng? Did Conan and his gang bully you!?” She looked up at the boy towering above her, her fists clenched in anger as she thought of the kids who bullied

not good to resist Conan!” She scolded. “You are lucky you found me. I learnt some things from the physician that onc

d around her waist. It didn’t occur to her to be wary of the bruised

to his groaning mouth as she continued to chatter. The old physician sa

a dragon. I wish I was a shifter. More cherries.” She shoved more of the rotten fruit into his mouth as

ut. It made working on him easier since he stopped thrashing about and making frighteni

annot be dead. I did everything right.” She gnawed on her lips as she watched the boy. “His chest is moving, that

ength and smacked him hard. “Oh, no – no. I’m sorry.” She knelt in apology. “I did not mean to hit you but please –“ Tears

ittle escape room. It was a sanctuary s

go to prison,” she whispered into the dark space. “Mister, you cannot die when I was only trying to help you!” She screamed at the boy laying

pounding and eyes filled with tears. All thoughts of preserving her sanctua

ed when the man grabbed her

e man lifted her to eye level with

knows I killed the

ed, her heart po

rty human child. Even the adults had gone into hiding at th

on her tears. “I was only – I am sorry!” She bell

man’s hoarse voice called

eamed, rushing to the w

pulled the child’s ear, drag

uary to bury the boy whose image plagued her througho

y discover his body and are now hunting her down? All sorts of absurd thoughts passed through h

r the cave. “Or are you a ghost?” He looked too heal

with a sharp tone and eyes

glared at the boy. He had caused her so much trouble and all for what? “W

was nothing – only a lifelessness that mirrored his mood. About to go off on a

ough the delirious pain of the previous day, how she treated him and offered him comfort. She was just a

she responded, cutti

Did she mean she helped him because he was in pain an

e shouted at him. “Would you no

ime helping a person who could not defend

?” He asked, studying her

ot teach you that?” She

t to tell the old physician how she cured a patient all on her own. It was strange but there was no

e asked when she paid

nd tanned skin without a single blemish, were all features that she concluded a normal boy could not

he muttere

is but there were six older brothers who would h

aybe I am,”

ed on the verge of a breakdown. “I’m Anna,” she

mother called her Anna but most others called her ‘hey,’ ‘brothel girl,’ and the brothel owner called her

his tongue and he made it sound a lot classi

utiful frie