Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon

"But no matter how good friends they are. In the end, they tore each other apart. My father perished for good while yours is still suffering,"  Kruel tched.

"The greater the relationship, the greater the hatred," Donovan stated.

"Huh, right," Kruel nodded.

"It's very troublesome to make friends," Kruel commented, nodding his face in regret.

"See, they destroy themselves and their own people," Kruel tched. He doesn't like the concept of giving an equal position to anyone and investing his feelings in any relationship. When you do that you give those people the right to hurt you and for Kruel, it was the most stupid thing to do.

"Huh, but we shouldn't forget who was the reason behind all this," Donovan looked at him with knowing eyes.

Kruel narrowed his eyes and let out a laugh.

"Well, our previous generations were actually very interesting. Two best friends whose friendship was legendary destroyed each other. Your mother fought everyone for your father but she was unlucky to stay by his side. And my mother, she loved the man but when she was rejected by him she played a huge part in his destruction. Not only him but the whole Dragon race," Kruel's deep fathomable eyes were looking in the dark.

"And just like good sons we are doing our best to take revenge on each other," Donovan added.

"What can I say, she is my mother, her words are my command," Kruel said without any guilt.

"Aren't you doing the same?" Kruel asked, turning his attention towards Donovan.

"My father is more reasonable than your mother, at least," Donovan scoffed.

"I wish your mother was. Then many things could have been avoided," Kruel didn't hold back as he taunted.

"She was quite proud of herself, I heard. Proud of her bloodline and her status of high born," Kruel stated.

But Donovan kept his quiet, he didn't want to stretch this conversation any longer.

What was done was done, they couldn't change it, all they had to focus on was the future.

Donovan looked at him quietly without speaking anything for some time.

"What now?" When Kruel saw his red eyes boring him, he questioned.

"Now that I have entertained you enough, tell me why are you here?" Donovan questioned.

Both enemies were talking like quite good aquientis till now but now it was time to talk about real business.

"Hmm, to negotiate with you," Kruel replied.

"What negotiation?" The prince furrowed his brows.

"Well it's been years, prince Donovan, aren't you tired of shedding blood all this time?" The man asked. He remember the struggle that dragons were putting for many years to survive and he actually felt pity on how many people perished all these years.

"Huh, why are you being so concerned about it?" Donovan scoffed.

"I'm not, just my mother thought that I should show mercy on dragons," Kruel replied matter of factly.

"Do you think Dragons need your mercy?" Donovan folded his arms. His posture was not arrogant or humble. Even though kruel was king and Donovan was just a prince, his aura was on par with Kruel.

"But I have a good deal, why don't you hear it first and then decide," Kruel said without getting affected by Donovan's words.

"Hmm, what is the deal?" Donovan tilted his head curiously. Even though he knew that there can be nothing good to hear.

" The deal is rather simple," 

"Ahuh?" Donovan lifted his eyebrows.

"You just have to submit to me and accept me as the emperor. You and your father can rule the way you are doing now and there won't be any wars between Witches and dragons. For peace you just have to walk under my rule," the man with amber eyes suggested.

"Hahaha…" but as soon as Donovan heard he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Kruel's amber eyes narrowed down seeing his reaction.

"This is the best joke I have heard in my whole life, king Azazel," after laughing heartily Donovan replied, his face curved with an amused smile.

"Is that so? I thought I was pretty serious when I said that," Kruel stated.

"What else if this is not a joke? Do you want to get on our knees in front of you? In the facade of peace you want to snatch our freedom," Donovan suddenly became very serious. The air around him instantly became chilly. 

"In this state dragons are right now, you have to bend your knee in front of me sooner or later. Right now I'm giving you an opportunity to save some of your dignity. If used in other ways it will be more difficult," he raised his chin proudly.

"Huh, why are you so full of yourself, Kruel? None of us knows the future yet, who knows maybe the tables can turn," Donovan was no less in being arrogant. But he was actually admiring the guts of kruel, who was asking them to yield while sitting in their own house.

"Huh, do you think marrying a human princess and joining hand with those weaklings could help you win against me?" Kruel couldn't help but laugh at the silly step of dragons.

How much strength could those weak humans could add? Both of them were weak and witches alone were able to kill them in one swoop. He would have done it long ago but he likes to play with his prey and Prince Donovan was a man who was actually a good opponent. And Kruel didn't want to finish this amusing game that soon.

He wanted to see them suffer slowly in his hands until he broke their tough shell of pride and facade of superiority.

But Donovan was actually a tough nut to crack, even though dragons were weak compared to what they used to be, the Regalhelm family had tried their best to hold the fort all these years. Which was very commendable, not just did they keep their people safe but even the condition of the north was good given the resources they had.

"Even if it didn't do much, that's all right, I will do everything in my command to keep up my throne," Donovan's voice held a type of certainty that was telling Kruel that this man will never bend.

"You can stay here till the summer celebration is over but do not entertain any thoughts of any negotiations, because as long as I'm alive I will never give up what is mine," Donovan spat those words and stood up. He was done talking nonsense with this man.

"Enjoy your time here and don't try to step out of line, because I will not hesitate to throw you and your mother out the moment you thought about harming anyone from my people," Donovan threw the last words and turned around on his heels.

"Wait.." just before Donovan was about to leave the room Kruel stopped him.

"You are the only one who has royal blood flowing in your veins, do you think, prince Donovan, you can hold the force of witches alone?" Kruel asked.

"Yes I do," Donovan replied with a smile.

"Huh, you are making the same mistake as your mother did. Don't be too full of your bloodline, it will drag you down one day," Kruel taunted.

"Even after having such a mother like yours, you can walk on her step, then as a son of a mother like me how could not? At least mine was way better than yours, be it strength or bloodline," Donovan smirked as he said words that hurt Kruel's ego. And sure enough, Kruel's face fell instantly.

"But she still lost the hand of my mother," Kruel didn't back down.

"Are you sure she did?" Donovan asked. As he said that a proud face entered his vision. A woman was lying on a deathbed with a weak body. But her beautiful palm-size face was still glowing with her confidence and prideful smile. If not for that smile Donovan has also believed what Kruel said. 

"Huh, she died and left her only son to suffer his whole life, if that isn't defeat then what is it? What she got in the end for being so persistent," Kruel asked.

"Huh, I never thought but now when I see you talking like this I really believe that indeed the weak blood flowing in your veins is really showing its effects," Donovan couldn't help but shake his head.

" And no matter if she left me anything or not I still have something to be proud of, unlike you," Donovan scoffed and left without waiting to hear anything from him.

Kruel stood alone there fuming.

Bloodline… 

Even after so many it was still about bloodline.

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