“You are betrothed to a dragon. Fire made flesh, madness made mortal.” He spoke with a lopsided, boyish grin.
His tone daringly soft as though he were recalling something forbidden. Words such as betrothed and flesh held a strange shape in her mouth, she found, as she unknowingly started mimicking the shape of his voice, words curling at the tip of her tongue.
Hakossiarzir. He had mispronounced it slightly. She smiled at that. Her eyes glanced over as his eyes turned away, a scowl upon his brow had came and left so quickly that a blink would have caused the moment lost in time.
“I apologise, my Lady. My High Valyrian is still to be worked upon. I have been taking extra lessons”
She smiled again.
“For you.” He spoke with an attentive look on his face, long dark eyelashes hanging low against flushed skin.
She hasn’t yet the language to properly thank the crown prince. She had searched her mind for the phrase, the lettering and come up frustratingly empty. If their common tongue was so common, why was it so hard to articulate? Why did it stress the muscle that lay flat in her mouth? Why did it antagonise her that she could not produce a simple sentence in his tongue?
“Kirimvose, M-m-my P-rince.” His head turned fully now, eyes moistened with affection. He brought her fingertips up to his lips and pressed a slow chaste kiss to the bronze skin.
A wordless action. A movement. A moment. A gesture so adoring that a hot flush crawled its way up her neck and took root beneath the skin of her cheeks. She smiles again.
“My Prince.” A formal voice approaches, disrupting the princes attention.
“My Lady.” The voice chimes courteously towards Kiera. She a acknowledges the verbal with a small smile, not before a quick glance at the prince.
“Your father wishes to speak with you.”
He nods his head at this request.
“Jemot nagon, ōretan aōle iōrȳt, dāria?” I will come back, will I find you here, my lady?
“Issa” she whispers. Yes.
Dutifully, the prince rises from the ground beside the pond, lightly brushes his tunic and smiles at the foreign beauty one last time before walking away.
Kiera drew her gaze back to the water, a deep green and shimmering under the late summer sun. Ripples form around her fingertips, lazily dragging them across the surface when another voice interrupts her afternoon.
“Ikso ao enjoy garden ñuhor nyke āeksia?” Are you enjoying the gardens My Lady?
“Issa.” She said glancing up at the stranger with an apprehensive smile. He offered not another word in her language or his. But he remained, seated upon the stone ledge of the pond. The silence was comfortable enough but she wondered when her prince was coming back.
This stranger smelt of spiced wine, a heavy scent of red fruits, tart and over ripened from the sun. His hair was the colour of sand and grew to his collarbone, loose tendrils falling over his pronounced brow.
He is different. She thought. Had he been there when she had met her betrothed’s family? Has her lack of sleep impaired her ability to recall him? An anxious assumption of herself began coiling inside of her chest when something small glimmered, hovering above the water.
“Zaldrīzes!” The girl beside him squealed to herself, the sudden sound tore through the silence, almost causing him to drop his flagon.
“Dragon?”
The girl looked up at him, large brown eyes inciting a small, albeit confused, smile to form on his lips. A dainty hand beckoned him over. Before his mind could process the task itself and conceptualise the physical process required to make said task possible, his body started moving until it found itself on its knees beside the girl.
“Zaldrīzes” she whispered as soft as the breeze, finger pointing towards the water.
Was it the wine that was distorting his vision? His eyes unfocused, straining at the weeds beneath the water. A gentle sigh left the girls lips, a soft hand rose to cusp his jaw. He dizzied again. The hand tightened, angling his face, grazing lightly against his golden stubble. His eyes drawing focus to the small creature that hovered atop the shining surface.
He needed to stop drinking. He needed to stand up. He needed to sleep. His mind could not acsertain the iridescent insect. The sensation of the warm hand and the smell of her hair were deriding him.
“Zaldrīzes” he spoke quietly. The realisation came to him slowly.
Dragonfly.
He chuckled then, gradually shifting his perspective to her features. He moved his eyes deliberately and slowly, careful not to unsettle the girl and careful not to cause a rumour. Her eyes remained on the insect as if she had waited her entire life to catch a glimpse.
She was beautiful. Wide eyes fixated on the dragonfly, skin glowing under the afternoon blaze. Long, pink curls fell over her shoulders. Her lips were stained, and full, and fuck. They were smiling at him now.
He blinked his lilac eyes rapidly. He cleared his throat and prayed the drink hadn’t eroded the part of his brain responsible for speech.
“My Lady forgive me, i am yet to introduce myself.”
She nodded curiously.
“Nyke am āeksio hen Daeron cousin ñuhor ao bēthrōtd.”
Since the last game was such fun for me to make and for others to play, I decided to give it another go. This time with Mari! Mari on the run from a pack of hunters while there's spiky pit traps strewn all around!!
Play it for free wherever you are through the itch link above. If you want another format, or encounter any bugs, please do let me know <3
A lot of this was made by me, but full credits are available in the game.
i just read a really emotional jackieshauna fic where shauna and baby survive the birth but mid cry i fully burst out laughing because melissa’s heartfelt gesture at her relief of shauna’s survival was laying her cap next to shauna 😭😭 we really know NOTHING about this girl… just one pink hat and a dream
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