Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon

"So clumsy," on the top of that man sneered from above.

Silja looked up and found his insanely handsome face just above her and her eyes couldn't help but stare more.

Don, who was looking down at the woman in his arms, his eyes narrowed. His one hand was holding her from the waist while the other was on her back. The softness under his hand was very satisfying and with her head looking upward he could see the length of her swan-like neck and her collar bones which further disappeared in her dress. Silja was leaning on to him and her curvy body was pressed against his. Adding fuel to an already existing fire.

Her lips parted and eyes misty as she looked at him with accusations and anger with a mixture of grievance as if she was mistreated.

Her slightly parted rosy red lips were quivering as she breathed through them and looking at her Donovan swore in his head. After all, she was a sight to behold.

And Don wasn't a saint but in fact totally opposite.

Silja on the other hand for the first time noticed every small detail of his face.

Thick eyebrows, the sharp tip of the nose, thin but pinkish lips which weren't slightly feminine. But the most eye-catching feature of his was those fiery red eyes. Narrowed, dark and looking down at her. Just like how a predator looks at his prey, calm and focused yet could make her heart flip.

Her one hand was resting on his chest while the other was holding his arm. But what she could feel was tight and strong muscles under her touch.

As a princess, she has met many Nobel and handsome men over the years but she was sure she had never seen such a presence like him before. 

Not just the face but the way he carried himself was also otherworldly that no one can avoid his charm. But it wasn't smooth and pure like an angel but something which was dark and evil that lures you in, towards him and tempts you to bring out your desires. Just like a devil.

How can a man like this exist in the world?

As both of them were in their own trance falling for the beauty of each other the tension between them was broken by the noises coming from the outside.

Silja was looking at him and was too occupied in her thoughts to notice anything but Donovan, who has better hearing, picked up the small noises coming from outside.

He blinked his eyes as he concentrated on his hearing.

He picked the noise again and pushed Silja to her feet.

As the enchantment broke Silja came to her senses and blinked her eyes rapidly. She then looked away from him and took a few steps back to create an appropriate distance as the realisation came down to her.

Oh my god. What was she doing? Silja's facepalmed at her own thoughts.

She cleared her throat and was about to say something when Don, who was standing near the door, shushed her while putting his finger on his lips. He then turned around and stood near the door and peeked outside.

Silja found his movements odd and also walked near the door. She peeked out her small head from behind him and looked from above his shoulder standing on her toes. Which became possible as Don was bending a little. 

On the left side was a big double door and a person clad in black was walking towards the door. The whole corridor was empty and the person was sneaking in while keeping eyes all around.

From the body language, Silja guessed that the person was a woman. She had a black veil covering her face as she gingerly walked ahead near the door and then looked around.

Was someone breaking in? Her hands were bare and nails long enough to be noticed by anyone.

Her black rob was completely black without any design or symbols on it.

Donovan was observing the intruder who broke into his place. His lips set in a thin line as he saw the woman standing near his chamber door.

She looked around for a moment before wiggling her fingers in the air and the door of the room cracked open.

"A witch," Silja couldn't help but whisper slowly. She has read plenty of the stories about them but has never seen one in real life.

Hearing a small whisper and breathing near his ear Donovan moved his eyes without turning his head and saw her beautiful face just an inch away from his.  His eyes darkened and he put one of his hands on her and took two steps back.

As he walked back Silja also had to.

Because of that, her chin hit his shoulder.

Silja was about to cry out in pain but Donovan pushed her to the wall and pressed his palm on her mouth to stop her from making noises.

He put his index finger on his lips indicating not to make noise.

Silja's eyes widened as she found herself pressed by him with his one hand on her mouth.

Don was looking at her and when she nodded he let her go.

Silja wanted to run away from there but that will attract the attention of the intruder and might scare her away before they can catch her.

Not that she cared for catching her, it was totally unrelated to her but she still cooperate.

On the other hand, she doubts that this man will let her go.

After making sure that she won't make any noises Don again moved to the door and saw the woman in Black had already entered the room.

"Stay here, I go check who she is?" Don turned to Silja and told her before silently moving out of the room.

As she left the room Silja walked behind and stood near the door. He saw him standing in front of the double door in which the witch in black had entered.

He was being so sneaky when he was here but was now standing so openly. Isn't he afraid that she will see her and flee away? Or worse, hurt him. But she was actually a great warrior and a dragon so she decided not to worry about him.

Silja thought.

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On the other hand, the woman in the black was standing in the middle of the room. Her hands were connected in front of her chest as she was chanting something rapidly. As her voice rang things im the room started to shake slightly.

"Need any help?"Don's voice rang and she opened her eyes. The things which were shaking stopped and fell on their places.

"No," she said without looking back and the door of the room flew closed because of her powers but Don held them open and pushed them wide open again.

Before she could start her chanting again Donovan walked inside.

He extended his hand and was about to put it on her shoulder when the woman snapped and turned around while taking out her knives.

"Ohh…" Don acted as if he was surprised and raised his hand.

"Calm down, I just wanted to help," he said with a slight smile.

The woman sneered and threw her knife aiming at his chest but Don ducked on the side and dodged it.

Soon she started to throw the knives one after another and Don dodged them all.

"If you want to save your life, leave," she said and kept attacking. But Don wasn't least impressed.

"Is that all you got missy?" Don Smiled slightly. Which infuriated the woman and this time instead of throwing it towards him she ran in his direction.

Don on the other hand has no weapon on himself and faced her with bare hands.

She was small compared to him but was fast and sly. Her moves were faster and unpredictable as they both engaged in a fight.

The woman aimed her knife at Don's chest but he dodge her hand and slapped it away while making appropriate distance.

He knew without saying that all her knives were laced with poison and mere cuts can give him the death penalty.

So there was no way out if he got hurt. She was forced on the ground by Don. Her knife fell by Don's feet which she tried to retrieve but Donovan put his feet on her hand, crushing it hard.

"Ahhh," the woman cried out in pain.

"Bastards," she cursed and tried to scratch his leg.

Which Don avoided and freed her hand before kicking the knife away from her.

The woman flew in rage as she crawled to take the knife. 

While in his defence Don took out one of the knives which were stuck in the wall that was thrown by her before.

With clashes of the knife, both started to attack each other and tried to find their weak points.

On the other side, Silja was standing near the door of the painting room. She could hear the noises coming from the room but she couldn't see anything.. For some reason she was anxious.