TLoS: oSaS 20: A Lover's OathTLoS: oSaS 20: A Lover's Oath by Ddraigtanto
The alarm rung out, this was it: The day had come. An otherwise normal session of court which would have quite a profound impact upon everyone who mattered in Ddraig's life, for better or for worse. A sense of dread overcame her as Greywater stirred; she loved him, and he her. Why was she so worried about what he was going to say? What would Court say? It could be fine, but she could potentially divide the opinions of the court at the worst possible time. She was driven by love, and acted out of love for her partner, but her position made it feel as if she was standing on trial for something.
Her worries didn't dissipate with a long bath or a good breakfast (of something other than muesli), but at least she managed to relax somewhat.
Greywater looked equally concerned for his lover as he ate his own breakfast across the table; they'd woken up earlier than everyone else, so they sat alone as everyone else slept.
"So..." Alexander spoke, trying to break the si
TLoS: oSaS 18: Carrying the Weight of the World...TLoS: oSaS 18: Carrying the Weight of the World... by Ddraigtanto
Sleep should've come much easier for Ddraig and Alexander that night, they had one another's company again, and Ddraigtanto could enjoy the comfort of her own bed again; however, for the pair of them, stress and discomfort seemed to make unpleasant guests in their bed.
It wasn't each other who were the problem, but themselves. Ddraig's case was both much more and much less literal all at once: She'd fallen asleep easily enough, but kept being woken by aches and pains deep in her stomach, as well as unconscious movement in her sleep; her egg was growing, hardening, and making it incredibly difficult to find a comfortable position to sleep in.
Ddraig's rolling about in bed had not gone unnoticed. Greywater wasn't exactly in a restful slumber on his own.
"Psst." Greywater whispered. "Psst. Ddraig, are you awake?"
She sighed. "Of course I'm awake." She sat up in a groan. "How am I supposed to sleep like this?"
Alexander sighed. "You're supposed to sleep on your side. That way
TLoS: oSaS 17: Home at Last...TLoS: oSaS 17: Home at Last... by Ddraigtanto
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Ddraig lay back on her seat aboard the jet as she sighed, smoothing the red silk of her dress over the growing lump within her belly. She was worried, as she had a right to be: In the space of a night, her war had grown even more brutal and bloody than before, Long'Li wanted vengeance, he demanded fire and bloodshed in his rage for the kidnapping of his son, Scandinavia would burn if he had his way; what's more, Cynder hadn't slept in nearly two days now, she'd gone into something of a manic state ever since the confrontation in the Emperor's trophy hall; to top it all off, her dear daughter Eve had wounded herself back in Avalar: Everything seemed to be going wrong...
The only thing which balanced out her fear was her excitement, she was going home! She'd be able to see her family again, see Greywater again; she really needed him right now, her heart was heavy and the stresses of her job mounting: Part of her had forgotten just how she used to
TLoS: oSaS 16: The Art of WarTLoS: oSaS 16: The Art of War by Ddraigtanto
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It was fortunate that Spyro enjoyed the many benefits and traits of being a purple dragon; while it was incredibly painful to take a bullet in the shoulder, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't going to slow him down; a combination of healing crystals and Indomalyan medicine saw him patched up very quickly, however, the place where his shoulder took the wound would now bare a slight scar.
Cynder hadn't slept a wink since the event, she couldn't, not with Spyro in the state he was in. Even if he hadn't been wounded, she felt no need to sleep: Adrenaline pumped through her, she was practically buzzing with energy: The gauntlet must have given her quite the power boost, she was certainly enjoying it!
"Cynder, I'm fine." Spyro protested: "You really should get some sleep. I just need to be more careful next time."
But she had no intent on sleeping. "To hell with that, she shot you! Nightshade's men shot you! If you'd been a couple of inches
TLoS: oSaS 13: Essence of Nightshade, Part 1TLoS: oSaS 13: Essence of Nightshade, Part 1 by Ddraigtanto
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Ddraig lay awake in her bed, unable to doze off. Unsettling news had come to her from back home, and had kept her awake ever since she'd learnt about it; she wanted to jump on the first plane back to Warfang, but she knew that she couldn't...
Ddraig found herself staring aimlessly out of a window. She'd given up trying to sleep, and had been sitting awake for god know's how long. It wasn't long before she'd gotten the attention of her companions. Cynder had also been having trouble sleeping, and soon found herself joining her godmother. Soon, Captain Elwynn, who had been guarding their chambers, came to check up on them.
"Hello there your majesty." He spoke, melting out of the shadows.
"I've told you a thousand times." Ddraig yawned: "You don't need to call me by a fancy title. Not 'your majesty', not 'your imperial majesty', not even 'sir' or 'ma'am'. Just call me Ddraig, you're my best friend."
"I'm sorry, force of habit." He smiled slight