Ares watched the tall man being escorted in by the guards. His tall shiny leather boots with heels and ankles decorated with chains made a clicking sound as he walked. A long black jacket met his boots at the knees with silver buttons aligned on each side under the collar. Beneath he wore a white shirt and a black vest, well ironed.
His hands were covered with a pair of black leather gloves and he held a cane in of them. A black wooden cane with a silver handle.
Fashionable, Ares thought.
He walked straight, his dark hair combed back from a face that marked him as a dragon. And those eyes were the most unique ones he had ever seen. The man was blessed with looks.
Nazneen stood beside him, also staring.
As he neared, the manâs lips curved into a polite smile. Ares had already accessed him. No weapons he could detect except for the cane but he expected no less from this man.
He gave the guards a nod to retreat.
Lord Dragenski came to a halt before him and the guards left his side. âLord Steele.â
âLord Dragenski. It is nice to finally meet the man behind the famous work.â
Ares extended his hand and Lord Dragenski removed his glove before shaking his hand. Firm grip.
âThis is Neena,â Ares introduced not wanting to reveal more than necessary before he knew the man.
Nazneen played along and just gave a subtle smile. He gave her a nod, âit is nice to see a dragon here.â
She said nothing to that. Ares showed him to the table to sit down and Nazneen sat with them. Ares could see the curiosity in her eyes as she watched Dragenski.
Before he could start to speak, Nazneen jumped in first. âSo you are half-dragon. You are buying weapons because you were chased away.â
âNot solely for that reason,â he replied.
âSo you have good intentions,â she smirked. âYou just want to protect the weaker side of your people.â
âAnd kill those who chased me away and killed my entire family. Are my intentions less good now?â
âWho are you?â she asked.
âEphraim. Son of Fearghal.â
Her expression changed. She knew him.
âAnd you must be princess Nazneen. I thought you were dead.â
âI thought you were dead too.â She frowned.
The man did his homework well before coming here. The servants came and served them tea and sweets. Ares learned that Fearghal was the king of silver dragons long ago and he and his wife with Ephraimâs older brothers were killed.
Ephraim managed to escape and remained hidden. What a tragic story. And he thought Nazneens was the worst. This man didnât live in a cave but had to as a boy who just lost his parents live in a world where he was still a target and had to remain hidden. Another kind of prison. One without safety.
His story reminded him of Ravina and his thought went in that direction as Nazneen spoke to Ephraim. Was the dream true or did he make a big mistake and let her go when she needed so much care? If only⦠if only he could live. Richard was right. When he didnât mind death, he survived, and now when he wanted to live he would die.
If he was to live, he would have been here now with Ravina. Having a cup of warm coffee or tea, taking a walk in the garden or near the sea, going to sail, or going horseriding. He would have a family of his own and share his life with the finest woman he had ever met.
âDo you plan to get the throne back?â Ephraim asked Nazneen.
She turned him as if expecting him to reply, then looked back at Ephraim. âThat is the plan.â
âWe donât have a clear plan yet,â Ares added.
âSince it is your rightful place, the normal thing to do would be to meet the king of dragons. He will probably do it the traditional way. You fight the current king to claim the throne.â
âKing Malachi?â
âYes.â
âMalachi is king now?â She was confused. âWhat happened to Khaos?â
âKilled by his sons,â Ephraim replied.
She nodded. âI donât know Malachi well and how he does things.â
âHe doesnât seem so different from his father,â Ephraim said. âI heard he has a human breedmate now.â
Yes. Ravina.
âI wonder how that will change things or if she will just adapt and live on.â
Ares wasnât sure either.
âWhat about you?â He asked. âWonât you get your throne back?â
âIt wonât be the same for me. I am half-dragon and that changes everything.â
Too bad to hear. If there were more humans involved in the dragon kingdom it would help.
âThen what is your plan exactly with the weapons?â He asked.
âI want to expand our forces. One way to negotiate peace is to give the dragons reasons to do so. As long as they are the powerful ones, they win nothing from having peace but if there is enough threat they will consider it.â
Ares nodded.
âAnd who are those on your side?â He wondered.
âI have my groups of humans, trained to fight dragons. Successful in doing so too. I am sure you have seen them. I also work with many half-dragons who fight for the same cause. I have scientists, inventors, and physicians who help me with the needed tools for success.â
Ares nodded. This man had prepared the resources he needs.
Nazneen frowned at how detailed he was. âThe dragons could steal your weapons and ruin them.â She said, having a hard time believing it would be easy.
âThey could but unless they kill every inventor and find every group and every hidden place it wouldnât work. This is something we have put much time and effort into.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
She nodded slowly, her frown deepening. âYou think that will be enough to negotiate peace?â
âWe can hope,â he replied.
Ares then took to show Ephraim some of his weapons. He got to try them out.
âThis one is very light and easy,â he said weighing it on his arm before aiming at the target. He hit the heart. âEasy to aim too.â He was impressed.
âThat is not what makes it special. This bullet can get through thick material and settle deep. It works on dragons in their beast form.â He explained. âIt doesnât do enough damage, but I am working on developing it.â
Ephraim nodded and then looked at him with eyes gleaming gold in the silver. âShall we get away to speak freely,â he said. âThere are those with very good hearing here.â
Nazneen was inside the mansion. She could hear all the way here?
Ares agreed and left with him outside the gates. They walked to the beach. âMy men told me something about you,â he began. âI figured you are a dragon tamer.â
He could know that? Ares thought only priests knew.
âMy mother was a tamer.â he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a folded paper. He handed it to him. Ares took it confused. âI thought this might help with the ancient language.â
âThank you.â
âBut⦠you are not entirely human?â
Again the same thing.
âI have heard that?â
âDragon tamers are all humans. You are a tamer to fight for your people after all. You donât know what else you are?â He explained.
âNo.â
âWell, some things stay hidden until later. I only discovered my magical abilities when I was much older.â
âYou have such abilities?â
âYes.â
Ares nodded. Clearly, there was more than dragons and humans in this world and he could truly be a sea demon. He looked ahead at the sea. He would have to try it out.
âMaybe your magic can tell me what I am.â He said with humor.
Ephraim chuckled. âI am not that skilled yet but whatever you are, you feel it deep inside. You will know if you pay attention and follow the signs.â
He nodded. âDo you know anything about vivid dreams as a tamer?â
âYour dreams are some kind of guidance. You will receive certain messages, see glimpses of the future, and be warned about some things. They will play a role in your life as a tamer.â
So his dream could have been true?
As they spoke about their plans and being a tamer, they arrived back home. Ares invited him to have lunch with them and Ephraim agreed. He always listened to his gut feeling and he didnât feel bad about this man, but he knew not to take a rash decision. Having lived for so long, he could have simply mastered the skill to hide his true self. And he was a magician.
As they ate, Ephraim invited them to come to visit him at his home as well some time. They were still in the phase of getting to know each other. Although he seemed friendly, Ares knew he was also cautious.