3 A knight has come

Zhakhil opened his eyes after his nap. On seeing that he was napping on Xaddrin's lap a blush crept up to his skin.

He held his gaze at the sleeping dragon. Washing all those clothes was so worth it, he didn't get to see the dragon go for a swim but was lucky enough to be in his arms.

The dragon wasn't exactly holding him but being so close to the man he loved, made his heart flutter. His cheeks turned scarlet as he traced the dragon's features with his eyes.

No matter how many times he looked at the dragon, he only ever seems to get more handsome. Not that he had ever had the chance to compare him to anyone. Bit if he did he was sure that the dragon would still be the most handsome.

"Seeing you are awake you should gather the clothes," Xaddrin said with his eyes closed. He couldn't stand his stare any longer, it was piercing through his very soul.

Obediently Zhakhil got up from the ground. He picked up the basket and kept all of his clothes inside. He neatly folded each one of them before keeping then inside the basket.

He had gotten used to doing this and took less time on it. After his nap he felt even more energetic to go by the rest of his day.

There was a book in the library that he had seen meaning to read for a long time. Since he had already had his dragon time, he could read it once they get home.

"I'm done," he informed to him.

The dragon finally opened his eyes, seeing as he was indeed done. He got up and led the way home, there was silent until Xaddrin heard some noise in the distance.

It was different from all the noises that he was used to so it brought him worry. He took Zhakhil by the hand and pulled him close. His senses were tingling alarming him that danger was lurking in the area.

"Wha...."

Xaddrin placed his finger on Zhakhil's like to keep him from talking. The less attention that they attracted to each other the better.

Zhakhil stopped and froze the second that the dragon's warm finger touched his lips. His heart was racing a marathon in his chest from it.

He had red like tomatoes from the thoughts that ran through his mind. He was blushing like crazy.

They kept walking careful not to attract the attention of whatever was out there. They successfully made it back to the tower. Xaddrin opened the door and ushered the prince in before locking the door.

He had this feeling that the problem had not been avoided yet and that made him worry. But he was a dragon so if worse came to worse then he could just turn the thing into his lunch and eat it.

It isn't like him to eat anything that wasn't properly cooked but if you can't ignore your problems the best option is always to eat them.

"Why do you look worried?" Zhakhil managed to ask once they were inside the house.

"Hopefully it's nothing but if it turns out to be anything then I will need you to stay in the tower. Don't go out for any reason," the dragon replied in a serious tone.

It was hard to take him seriously when he is always so uptight. But Zhakhil noted what he said to heart and promised to do as told.

"About this morning.." he let out while nervously drawing the floor with his feet. He played with his fingers while butting his lower lip.

The dragon leaned on the wall behind him and waited to hear what he had to say. Since he had nothing important to do other than taking another nap, he didn't see the harm in hearing the male out.

"What about it?" he asked seeing as he had gone silent.

"I...I..am sorry for the way that I acted. Because of me you didn't get to finish your meal and I am indeed very sorry," he said to him.

"If you are sorry then why not make me lunch," the dragon suggested.

Zhakhil raised his gaze at him. It was no secret between them that he didn't know how to cook. The last time that he had attempted to make something, he had almost burnt the tower down.

He didn't know if the dragon was serious with the request or if he was just pulling his leg.

"I can't cook," he replied softly.

"Then your apology is not accepted," Xaddrin spoke and walked away.

Zhakhil brought his clothes to his room cursing at his inability to cook good food. If he knew how to cook then he would not only calm the dragon's anger but also find a way to make him fall in love with him.

He had read somewhere that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. The dragon new this art but he never seems to be capable of learning to cook.

He knew how to do every other house hold chores except for that one. He dropped the basket on the floor feeling down since he wasn't forgiven in the first try.

He was going to try again and soon he would make the dragon forgive him. That is after he figures out a way to calm him.

"Another day in this crazy world and I am happy father," he uttered to himself.

His father had passed away many years ago. The cause of death he wasn't aware of but if he were to try and guess, it would start with Persephone and end with Bloodworth.

The woman was cruel and evil. She had her eyes on the throne and wanted her son to sit on it. All this was known to everyone but no one bothered to stop her.

Even he didn't care, he figured that as long he was happy then his father would also be happy. He didn't want to end up like his father by fighting for something that would bring him no joy.

He had his throne and his crown right there in the middle of nowhere. He had his dragon and that was all the treasure that he could ever ask for.

This abandoned prince was the first ray of dawn to someone. A very important someone who mattered more that himself.

"I will forever treasure the love that I have for you. Even if you never learn to love me back," he spoke to himself.

He smiled at how good he felt confessing out loud. Just then he heard a loud noise coming from outside. His dragon was always quite and rarely made any noise so it couldn't be him.

He rushed to the window and opened it. His room was on the top of the building. It was a little had to make out what it was that was by the door, he could only see shining metal on the ground.

It seemed like tiny creature covered in metal was standing by the door. He opened the door to his room in a hurry and bumped into the dragon who was on his way to find him.

"Xad, what it going on?" he asked confused by the sudden guests. They had not had company for as long as he lived their so it came as a shock.

"A knight has come from your kingdom," Xaddrin let out to her.

Zhakhil was excited hearing that a knight had come yo visit them. He had read all about knights, they were brave and loyal to a cause. They defended the people and made the safe and saved princess's from mythical creatures like dragons.

Thinking this he frowned. He was a prince locked away in a tower with a dragon and if he wasn't wrong from the stories he had read. The knight would have to kill his dragon to free him and return him home.

"He is here to save you," Xaddrin uttered to him. Zhakhil froze with fear, he couldn't have anyone harm his dragon. Not in any lifetime.