Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon

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"Woah .. he finally did it." Exclaimed Zivan as he saw a small cute dragon who was trying to get his footings on the ground while spreading his wings. It was the first time Theo has shifted into his dragon form. His body was weak, making him exhausted and in pain. Now that he was in his original form it will take him some time to get back his human form as his body will take time to recover from the pain and adjust to new changes.

Garrett, who was standing by the side, ran and spread a white cloth on little Theo before the sunlight could start to burn his skin. The scale has yet to develop fully on the skin making him vulnerable in sunlight.

The yellow eyes which had a black vertical slit between his pupils were still not able to see anything clearly. Like any other new dragon, Theo was also deformed. Not permanently but it will take him years of training to gain the original and decent form of an actual dragon. The boy has passed his first step and now he can officially join the training forces.

"Take him to the resting area and take care." Donovan gave his final order and left without turning back.

While the two men carried away the small dragon who was still moaning in pain.

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The day morning the Regalhelm family was in a little hassle as the head of the family had returned from his trip after two months.

"Welcome back dear." A woman who looked like she was in her early thirties walked and hugged her husband. She was Abrielle Regalhelm, don't be deceived by her younger look, the queen of the Northern empire was more mature and older than she looked. Big beautiful eyes, pointy nose, and sharp chin, with a warm smile on her lips Abrielle, looking amazing. Clad in a beautiful long dress made from the smooth red cotton which has an off-shoulder design and long sleeves with large open cuffs which almost reached the ground.

Patches made from golden thread were dominating the sleeves and the heavy skirt. While there was a delicate and thin embroidery on the neckline.

King Zachary held the chin of his wife and planted a small kiss on her lips.

"Come let's go in, children are waiting for you." She said in her excited tone and both man and wife walked in the room.

"Welcome back father." Zivan, who was sitting on the first seat from the back, stood up with other people. He bent down in front of his father with his other siblings.

Next to Zivan was a little girl around the age of fourteen. Who shared similar features like her mother.

"I missed you, father." Said the little girl in her usually chirpy tone.

"I miss you too." Said Zach looking at his sweet daughter.

Genevieve Regalhelm, a sweet girl with a head of brown hair and eyes which she has acquired from her mother like her other siblings. Her face still has baby fate and with a sweet smile on her lips, the girl was everyone's darling.

Next to her was another Regalhelm son named Samuel. The third son was Older than Genevieve and younger than Zivan. The boy was eighteen years old but the expressions he held on his face made him look way older than his age. The calmness was extraordinary that made anyone disturb if they looked straight into those slightly hazel eyes with a touch of black.

"Father." He said in his heavy voice bowing his head. Zachary looked at his younger son and nodded.

"Where is Donovan?" Zachary swapped his eyes on the room and narrowed them as he noticed the oldest son was missing.

His nostrils flared as the audacity of his son, who didn't even come to welcome him. He looked at his second son and Zivan was quick to shake his head saying he didn't know about the whereabouts of his older brother. Similarly, Geny also shook her head and Sam remained unbothered.

Zachary breathed a tired sigh at his unruly son.

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"Snn….." A sword flew in the speed of the wind and the man who was busy looking at distance dodged his head to the side. Thankfully he managed to survive and the sword missed the mark and thrust in the wall.

"Do you want to kill me, my lord?" Garrett hissed as he tried to dodge the other attacks from Donovan.

"Focus," Donovan said as he removed the sword and swung it in his hand.

"Clank…" Both men advanced with swords. Gar lost his footings again. His eyes that were roaming around were the reason.

"I said focus." Donovan swung his hand again.

"Da*n it." Garrett gritted his teeth as he tried to get his footings back.

But it was too late. His sword fell on the floor with another attack from the prince.

Donovan lifted his foot and kicked the poor squire. Garrett fell on the floor and raised his hand in the air in a surrender position.

"Pheww.." Garrett breathed a sigh of relief. Donovan lifted his foot. His expressions were boring as he put his sword aside and started to walk away. Garrett stood up from the ground and followed his master.

"I heard our king is back. Don't you want to go to greet him?" Asked the blonde-haired man.

Don's eyes shifted and his lip twitched as he heard his father's name.

"You're still upset with him?" Garrett asked again, he was closely following him as they entered the shelter to take a rest.

From the early morning, Donovan has engaged Garrett in training and the poor squire was hella tired by now.

"It will be rude not to greet him. He will feel bad." Garrett spoke again since the prince wasn't replying.

"You are suddenly very concerned about my father's feelings?" Donovan suddenly turned and Garrett almost got a death shock.

The look of irritation appeared in Don's eyes and he scowled at him. Garrett almost felt like crying seeing the look on his face.

'It's not your father I'm concerned about but myself. If you keep going like this I might die from exhaustion.' The poor man complained in his heart but was too scared to say anything out loud.

"Prepare for the next round." Before he could say anything the prince ordered and Garrett almost stomped his foot on the ground. He wanted to quit being his squire if he could.

He followed the prince again on the ground for the next combat.

"Donovan…." But before they can even start a heavy and strong voice rang in their ears. Garrett was quick to turn and saw a tall man standing at the edge of the practice ground.

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