Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon

Little Note:

Hey guys!

This is my second book and I'm a little nervous about how it will turn out. But before we go further with this journey I want to make few things clear.

Even though this is my second book, I'm still a very new writer. The first book is still ongoing and has just 105 chapters. Please check it out. "Annabelle Ashborn."

So my experience is limited and I can make some mistakes too.

Plus English is my third language and I'm not perfect at it. So please forgive my grammar mistakes.

And the last thing I will always appreciate your suggestions about the book. So feel free to point out my any mistakes even it is small.

Thank you for patiently reading this note.

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The man stopped the horse near the small river.

"Stay here." He patted his back and started to walk towards a small house near the river bank.

"Thud..." With a loud kick, the door burst open. And a foul smell of decaying rushed out.

His red eyes roamed inside the small room, scanning everyone present.

"Ohoo look who we have here? Legendary Eldest Prince of the North-kingdom, Donovan Regalhelm." A bulky man stood up unhurriedly. His body was filled with big tattoos. His nose and one side of the eyebrow were pierced. He was wearing a ring in both nostrils and above his eye on the eyebrows.

His lips arched in a smirk as if he had expected his presence. He was holding a glass in his hand, he was sipping slowly from it.

Both the men were meeting the first time. Dinnar traced his eyes on the young man standing at his doorstep. After scanning his full face and at the end his eyes stopped and met his bloody red one. And for a second he shuddered because of how fiery they looked.

Donovan didn't say anything in response.

The bulky man was sitting on the small bed placed on one of the corners. The small room was filled with all the creepy things. Above the bed, Dinnar was sitting was hung a big skeleton of some wild animal. Maybe, if a tiger or if a lion.

While in the one corner was filled with bones of different animals. That was the source of the foul smell.

Donovan walked forward with heavy steps but the man didn't move from the bed.

"Give it back." Donovan extended his hand.

"Give what?" Dinnar said while creasing his eyebrows.

"Cooperate and it will be easier for you." Don's icy-cold voice resonated in the small room. House was small, to begin with, but he was standing there made it look even smaller.

"Huh, you are just a rumor, falsely spread by your lackeys. What can you do to me?" The man scoffed at the end of his sentence.

His words didn't affect the prince.

"You killed my people." Prince started to walk around the room.

"I wanted to meet the legendary prince of the Northern Empire and check if you are that powerful as people say," Dinnar replied.

"Who informed you about the crest?" Prince asked another question.

Donovan was looking at the things placed in the room.

But instead of answering the question, the man decided to keep silent.

"Your choice." He said and lifted his hand in the air. He just swept his eyes on his throat, and in the next second the person on the bed started to choke.

"Ahh…." His hands flew to his throat and he started to cough violently. His eyes saw the shining sinisterness in the red eyes of the prince and In just a second he fell filled with dread.

In just a matter of a few seconds he fell from the bed and a red liquid started to drop from his mouth.

"Cough…..cough…" his chest heaving and body shaking violently on the floor.

"Sto….stop it.." It took him some effort to sort out those words.

He was choking on his own blood.

"Done already?" The prince asked with sinister emotions on his face. His red eyes started to shine looking at the blood spread on the floor.

He took a step towards the man, who was crawling like an insect on the floor.

He stopped choking after some time.

"You...You are…" Dinnar looked at the man while shrinking his body in the corner.

"Shushhhh….." The prince put his index finger on his lips.

"Now." And then again extended his hand.

"I'll give it to you...I'll give it to you." The man repeated continuously and stood up with difficulty.

He went to the cupboard and opened a small secret compartment in it. He took out a small box and walked towards the prince while stumbling.

"Take it and let me go." He pleaded.

"Hmm, I thought you are a tough guy but I think rumors about you are a false myth...tch" Donovan scoffed at the end.

"Pardon me. I was ignorant. The mistake won't happen again." He said while begging for his life.

"Hmm? Forgive you? I don't know if that word exists in my book." Donovan said.

The proud man from before was long gone and now Dinnar was just worried about his own life.

"Let Me go this time and I'll be at your beck and call for the rest of my life." He fell on his knees and put his hand on his chest, making a vow.

"Hmm, but can I trust a man who killed my twenty best soldiers. And the main question is, Do I need you?" The eldest Prince put his hand on his chin. Making a gesture of thinking.

"Trust me. I will never break my vow." He said each passing second, he can feel his life running out of his fingers.

"But I think you will be more useful dead than alive." Donovan said with an evil smirk and his eyes shone in a bright red glow.

Dinner's eyes widened And in the next second the man on the floor started to roll in the floor.

"Ahhhh.." The fire ignited within his body, his body burnt Inside out. In just a matter of seconds, the man's dead body fell to the floor like burnt charcoal.

Donovan's eyes get to their original red color. He then opened the box in his hand.

As soon as the lid was opened a bright glow came out of it and fell on his face, making His lips arched into an evil smile.