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Prompt 10. Nostalgia

“ATTENTION!”

Oh, the captain. Chris rushed back to the window, eyes falling on the gleaming iron of his suit. He stood proud and tall, eyes scanning over his troupe. She watched with interest as he stalked to one side of the gathered troops, long, black hair falling over his shoulders.

Captain Damian was an older man, around her father’s age. His beard, once a thick, black mass was now dappled with white. She smiled, remembering when he was just a knight, when he guarded her tower years ago. His kind, gentle voice when he told stories of his battles. His deep shout when he caught her trying to sneak out. As he spoke, Damian’s gaze fell to the window. The sharp blue softened. She offered a wave, and didn’t miss his nod. Damian walked along the other side of the troops, and with a resounding “yes sir!”, they filed out of the town gates.

Chris remained at the window for some time, watching the courtyard bustle. At one point, something caught her eyes. A woman. By her outfit, a baker, though that wasn’t what caught her eye. Tied in her hair was a piece of one of the ribbons he kept tied to his armor. Her eyes widened, and she squinted to study the woman. Blonde, short, though she couldn’t glean much else. Fascinated, she leaned out.

There was a low growl from above the princess. She glanced up, glaring up at the blue draconic gaze staring down at her.

Yer gettin’ cocky, kiddo, the booming voice echoed in her mind. She snorted at the dragon

“Oh stop, I’m just looking-“

Heard tha’ b’fore. Yer na’ convincin’ me.

Snorting again, she gazed back down into the courtyard. He was right. Last time she’d leaned too far out from the window, she’d fallen and sprained her ankle. Her father had nearly given Kellian a lashing after that… She propped her hands on her chin.

“…Sorry,” she sighed.

Aye…me too, the dragon’s voice softened.

The king’s arrangement had done more damage than the good he’d promised. She was safe, and the mighty dragon who had done no wrong was controlled. Chris supposed that was all her father wanted. Kellian hadn’t been in his human form in months, and Chris hadn’t left the castle without an escort in just as long. Both trapped in their own rights with no means to leave.

Author’s note: Finally back to writing again!! This is a prompt from the 50 prompts list I’ve been tinkering with! Based in an au with @voreasaurusrex ‘s Kellian, and my gal Chris! I’ve missed writing au stories so much… 😭

Chris longed for the days of their youth, when her mother would laugh and smile as the princess and the dragon ran in the halls, then down to the rivers and streams deep in the forest. Though he wasn’t blood, mother referred to him as her son. Chris always referred to Kellian as her brother. That still held true. She wasn’t the only one hurting. Kellian missed the queen just as much as she did.

She glanced up, softening as well. “Do you want to come inside for a bit?”

Nah, yer father wants me uppin’ my patrols now. Kellian shifted, his claws scraping against the rocks of the tower. I’ll be leavin’ tomorrow t’look over the east border. Can’t sleep in, he’ll have m’skin.

“Oh…” Chris wilted. “I…be careful.” She leaned out so she could look up to the dragon. He was watching the horizon, his black spines shining a crimson in the light of the sunset.

I will, Kellian chuffed quietly. His head turned to peer down at her.

She smiled, then looked back to the courtyard. The normal hustle and bustle overtook the Chris blinked. Damian had returned back from his patrol early. Chris ducked back, watching him curiously.

What’re ya’ lookin’ at?

Chris shushed the drumming voice, earning an indignant snort.

Why’re ya’ shushin’ me fer? Yer th’only one-

“Because, I’m focusing and I can’t hear out loud and in my head at the same time!” She hissed, waving a hand in the dragon’s direction.

Another snort, but Kellian fell quiet. Chris watched in awe as Damian made a beeline towards the baker’s stall. The baker stepped out and around. That’s when Chris noticed the bouquet of flowers in Damian’s hand. The baker took the flowers with a smile Chris swore she could hear. She smiled. Good for Damian…

Well? Ye gonna spill?

Chris rolled her eyes with a chuckle, shoving back at the massive snout that craned around to peek in at her. Kellian’s breath puffed against her as he chuffed again. C’moooon Chrissy… I wanna know!

“I’ll tell you, you overgrown lizard-!” She laughed, “Just-back up a little so I can see!”

Kellian huffed, but moved, resting his head next to her window. She gestured to the courtyard, detailing the scene of Damian courting the baker in the courtyard. Kellian scanned the courtyard, his head tilting. Chris caught his nose twitching.

That’s Claire, he rumbled. Nice lady. Leaves sweets on her booth fer me sometimes…

“Claire…hm,” Chris nodded. “I think I’ve heard that name…”

Aye…they’re sweet.

“Mh-hmm.”

The courtyard was quiet now. Most of the vendors were packing away their shops, headed home before night fell. Chris sighed, eyes moving to the sky. The stars stared back, peeking out from behind the scattered clouds.

Y’know…b’fore I go, maybe we could go to the woods.

Chris leaned out of the window. Kellian’s gaze was on the sky. Nodding, she hoisted herself into the window, allowing her feet to dangle as she sat on the sill.

“I’d like that.”

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