Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon

After Silja's blood entered his system he regained his strength and most of his wounds had already healed.

His body was very steady as he flew high in the sky just above the trees so Silja could see the scenery easily from above. It was her first time flying and he wanted it to be memorable moments.

And it was truly a mesmerizing experience for Silja. Her eyes were wide open as she kept looking at everything.

Her hands were clutching tightly on him in fear of falling down. The cold wind has made her waist-length hair loose and they were just like glaring fire, swapping in air.

Her whole body had turned cold and her face was white as a sheet but she didn't have any time to feel that. Her whole concentration was on how it felt to fly.

The cold wind and open sky, beautiful scenery on the ground and looking at it from such a height, everything was so so beautiful.

There was still a bit of light when they left the mountain but soon the darkness spread and the whole sky wore a starry quilt.

It wasn't a full moon but the moon was still very bright.

They have come a long way and Donovan has to fly at speed so they can reach back before tomorrow.

But soon Donovan realized that it couldn't be possible.

Silja wasn't able to keep up long, even though she didn't say anything after a few hours of flying her body started to give up. The slaps of wind and speed made it hard for her body to withstand for long.

Not to forget riding a Dragon wasn't very comfortable.

Thus after crossing a significant distance Donovan found a safe place and decided to take a rest.

He slowly reduced his speed and landed near the familiar-looking town.

Silja stiffly descended, her legs were wobbly as she walked.

Donovan instantly changed his form back to human. He walked towards her and supported her.

"Why did you stop?" She asked. Even though her condition was not very good it was important for them to reach the capital as early as possible.

"Look at yourself. Can you endure it anymore?" Donovan replied. Well, Silja tried to fix her look by patting her cheeks and smoothing her hair but it wasn't much of help.

"Are you okay?" Donovan took her to the nearby rock which was placed by town people to serve as a bench for travellers.

"I'm fine, just a bit stiff," Silja replied. After she received injuries in her legs two times her legs started to hurt easily. Even though they were healed, mostly light cramping never left.

Plus they haven't had any proper rest in the past few days.

Donovan sat down on a rock and then made her sit on his lap.

Silja was wearing half torn and dirty pants, her shirt was in the same condition, barely providing any protection from cold.

She didn't feel it much before but now they were on the ground her body started to shiver.

While on the other hand, Donovan was shirtless but he was so warm. Donovan pulled her near his chest to warm her up. Silja put her freezing cold hand around him and hugged him tightly, which appeased Donovan even more.

"We should rest for a while, come on," after warming her for a bit Donovan said and gathered her in his arms before lifting up in bridal style.

"Where do we go for a rest at this hour?" Silja asked, confused.

"I'm the prince of this land, who will say no to me?" Donovan lifted his eyebrows.

"Huh, What if they couldn't recognise you? It's not like everyone knows how you look," Silja said.

"Hmm point," Donovan nodded seriously.

"Uh-huh. And isn't it inappropriate to disturb someone this late?" Sija added.

"You don't worry about that," Donovan said as they entered the town.

They walked past a few houses which were standing far away from each other and then Donovan moved towards the abandoned-looking house. 

It was almost midnight and the whole town was sleeping peacefully. There was no sign of movement from around.

He put Silja down as they reached a big rusty gate. 

"Mayhem manor," Silja read loudly the name written on the gate.

"Creeechh…" Donovan opened the gate and entered, Silja followed behind.

The front courtyard was dirty and tree leaves and twigs were scattered all around the place.

Donovan held her hand so she wouldn't trip on something.

"I forgot to ask before, how's your vision at night?" Donovan asked as he looked at her.

"I have better vision than any human can have at night. I could see the same as a day in the dark," Silja replied and Donovan, after giving a quick thought, nodded his head. She was very curious about how could her eyes were that sharp but now she has the answer, it was probably related to her powers.

They then walked in. From the first look, one could feel that no one was living there but the plants around were green and lush, which means someone was taking care of them, at least giving them enough water. 

Donovan and Silja reached the door and Donovan swapped his fingers and the main door opened. 

Silja's eyes widened but before she could ask Donovan put his fingers in his lips, signalling her not to speak.

Silja instantly closed her mouth.

They walked in and with Donovan's fingers the candles which were placed around the room lit on their own.

Silja couldn't understand what was happening.

Wasn't he a dragon? Since when the dragon's started to have magic powers like this.

She looked at his handsome face which was shining in the candlelight. 

The eldest prince of the North was more than what he looked like. 

Silja gulped softly. Donovan took one of the candles and turned towards her. Silja looked him in the eyes for a second before turning away. Donovan smirked at her reaction.

They were in the main hall of the room and just like the yard outside the room was also ill-maintained.

Donovan started to walk in the direction of a particular hallway and Silja followed.

The house was dark and dusty, just similar to those ghosted houses. Not to forget the enormous size. On the wall, Silja could see many oil paintings hanging. Some were broken, some were still intact. All the faces and figures in them were blurry due to the layer of dust.

"You won't like to fall behind," Silja was so immersed in looking around that she didn't notice Donovan had already reached across the hallway.

She gave a brief look at the painting before she started to walk hurriedly towards him.

Donovan entered the room and Silja followed behind. The room was filled with a decayed smell as if it has been ages since the sunlight entered here.

Donovan walked straight to the wall and put his hand on it. Instantly a secret passage opened and both of them walked in. At the end of the passage was a small door that led them to a room and when Silja entered she couldn't believe her eyes.

The room was so large and beautiful. As she walked in Donovan lit the candles again with his some 'who knows how' magic.

It was a king-size room, beautifully decorated and maintained.

Everything was cleaning and nit.

"This?" Silja's mouth hung open.

"This is one of my base camps," Donovan replied. 

He then walked towards the cupboard on the right side and took out two pairs of shirts and pants from inside.

"Go change your clothes," he gave one pair to Silja and pointed at the corner where the bathroom was.

It was a cold night and they had played enough in the water at the mountain, so Silja only washed her hands and feet before changing the clothes.

But as soon as she took the shirt she hesitated.

It was clothes meant for Donovan, even though it was the base camp as Donovan said the material was very high quality and it was in the exact measurements of Donovan.

She could still wear the loose shirt but what will she do about the pants? There was no way they could feet her.

While Silja was dwelling over the problem Donovan had already changed his clothes and started to wait for her to come in.

But even after quitting sometimes, she didn't come out and the sound of running water was sieged long ago.

Donovan walked towards the bathroom and stood in front of the party transparent white cloth which was serving as a wall and door.

Because of the light of the lantern inside Silja's shadow was reflecting on the curtain outside. She was standing sideways and her shirt was already removed from her body revealing the perfect curves which were just hidden beneath the single cloth.

Donovan gulped softly when he saw her.. Silja was holding the clothes that she was supposed to wear while deep in thought.