The Dragon's Blessing

Helena couldn't believe what she was seeing. A medium-sized dragon was walking side by side with Ethan.

Ethan! Her husband, who was supposed to be obedient and not do anything for her sake!

"What is he doing?" Helena asked with panic in her eyes.

She wasn't panicking out of fear of the dragon. It was clear that Ethan could tame the dragon. There was no way she would be attacked if the dragon didn't even attack him.

Helena panicked because she was afraid of her own feelings. She was afraid because, with each passing day, she became more and more impressed by her husband. Her heart had never been moved by any man before. Even towards the crown prince who defeated her in the sword tournament once, she didn't feel impressed and considered it a mere coincidence. She believed that she had many advantages compared to the crown prince.

Why now should she be impressed by a weak man who couldn't even defeat her in a sword match?

Helena clenched her chest, realizing that she needed to think more rationally. She had to act as she normally did and take advantage of everything Ethan provided for her.

The woman glanced at Onyx, who was now as calm as she was. No longer scared and struggling like earlier. Perhaps the horse also knew that the beautiful golden-red dragon approaching wasn't there to harm them.

"Even you are impressed by your new master, aren't you?" Helena asked Onyx as if the horse understood what she was saying.

Helena waited for Ethan and the red dragon's arrival while stroking Onyx's head. She just needed something to soothe her current emotions. The soft fur of Onyx provided some comfort and helped calm her down. (Perhaps like a squishy toy in modern times)

As Ethan approached, he looked majestic, standing side by side with the young dragon next to him. From its size, Helena knew that the dragon was a little over a hundred years old. Both of their appearances were flawless as if they were a dragon and a rider.

Helena was truly mesmerized. It was the first time she had witnessed a dragon up close. Instead of being called a monster as many people said, dragons were elegant, powerful, and full of charisma.

"Helena," Ethan called, bringing Helena back from her reverie.

The woman could only respond with a gasp. She looked at Ethan wordlessly.

"As promised, I bring you the gift you desired," Ethan said. "I bring this strong and elegant dragon before you."

Ethan then turned to the dragon and said, "Mighty Dragon, this is my wife, Helena."

The dragon gazed at Helena, the woman with sharp eyes who seemed extremely arrogant and power-hungry. The dragon couldn't help but wonder why a man like Ethan would marry a woman as arrogant as Helena.

Unlike its elders who were familiar with human life, the dragon knew nothing about the complexities of human relationships with one another. He felt a little disappointed that the ruby crown of the dragons would be found in this way. Exchanged for the romance of two humans. Could this even be considered equivalent?

"Helena, this dragon will bless you," Ethan said to his wife, his voice filled with anticipation, as he gestured for Helena to kneel before the majestic creature.

Helena's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. Blessing?

"Hasn't that ceased to exist in this world?" Helena questioned, her tone laced with skepticism.

Ethan maintained his smile, his eyes sparkling with hope. "Just because it doesn't exist anymore doesn't mean it will never exist again, right?" he responded, attempting to reassure her.

Helena's gaze remained fixed on the imposing red dragon standing before her. The idea of receiving a blessing from a mythical creature seemed surreal. She couldn't help but wonder how Ethan had managed to persuade the dragon to partake in this ritual.

'I knew it, this is so ridiculous,' the red dragon muttered under his breath, observing Helena's bewildered expression.

Ethan leaned closer to Helena, sensing her unease. He whispered, "I will explain everything later. For now, please accept this special gift from me," his voice filled with gentle reassurance, hoping to alleviate her discomfort.

Helena knelt down, bowed her head, and prepared to receive the dragon's blessing. The dragon approached, ready to perform the ritual.

"Wait!" Helena suddenly exclaimed, her voice filled with concern.

"What is it?" Ethan asked, puzzled by Helena's sudden interruption.

"Look! He is bleeding," Helena said urgently, pointing to the dragon's injured hind leg.

Ethan's expression shifted to one of surprise. He hadn't noticed the dragon's wounds, so focused was he on his original intentions. It seemed true what people say, that sometimes men can overlook something right in front of them, unlike women.

The beautiful male dragon was taken aback, his eyes widening in confusion. He couldn't quite comprehend why someone would be concerned about his injury.

"Why did you ask him to bless me without even tending to his wounds first?" Helena protested, her voice tinged with frustration.

"I—" Ethan began, at a loss for words.

"You have that herbal powder, don't you?" Helena interjected, her voice firm and insistent. "Quickly, treat him!"

"But he's so large! There won't be enough for both him and you," Ethan protested, worried about the limited supply of the herbal powder. "Your own wounds haven't fully healed yet."

"Do you think I will perish because of this wound?" Helena snapped back, her voice laced with determination.

"But—" Ethan tried to reason.

"Quickly, treat him! We cannot leave him injured," Helena commanded, surprising Ethan with her resolve. He couldn't believe that the same woman who had been terrified of the dragon earlier was now advocating for its well-being.

Helena and Ethan continued to argue, causing the dragon to grimace and consider leaving. However, on the other hand, the dragon began to understand why Ethan liked this haughty woman. 'She wasn't as bad as I had thought.'

Reluctantly, Ethan took out the herbal powder and prepared to apply it to the dragon. Helena allowed Ethan to use her blanket as a bandage.

"Well, now he won't feel too much pain," Helena said, praising Ethan.

"But we don't have any leftovers for your wound," Ethan protested again.

"Enough already. We will reach Broughton quickly and can get medicine there," Helena said. "As for this dragon, if we don't treat him, who will? He looks all alone."

The young male dragon was touched by Helena's words, which, despite being harsh, were actually full of care. He smiled (in a dragon way) and commanded, 'Both of you, kneel!' referred to Ethan.

The next sight was truly astonishing because not only Helena was blessed but also Ethan.