The king’s guards walked up the cleared way through the streets. The large red muscled dragons were dressed in silver armor with only leg guards covering their feet. Although it may seem like they were simply walking, one guard had his hand out with his palm facing up. In the center of his palm layed a small box with a small opening and a thin layers of curtains covering the inside.
If one looked closely they would see a tiny head peeking out.
The human that sat inside the rather comfy box was named Colt, a fifteen year old who’s life has changed significantly over the last month. Months prior, there had been a Scuffle between neighboring kingdoms. The human villages had been given a short notice to evacuate. However Colt’s village had not received the message, and so a battle occurred outside the kingdom. Although The Dravol forces attempted to stay away from the villages, the fight was pushed to their location. Opposing forces marched through the Colt’s village, stomping on houses. Including The one with Colt’s parents inside. In the end the Dravol Kingdom won but at the cost of human lives. The messenger had been punished for not informing everyone and aid was given to the villages. Still, Colt was Orphaned and had no family left. However, while recovering dragon guards approached Colt with a message. The king Drogan has been filled with guilt in not ensuring everyone was safe and apologized to Colt. But also he offered to become family to him.
And so now Colt was being taken to the palace to become the second son of Drogon. He was very nervous as he had only seen paintings and heard reports of the king. Although he tried to suppress it, he couldn’t help but wonder if Drogan was sincere with his offer. He soon felt the movements of the guard holding him cease, he heard two clings against the outside of his box. Opening the curtains he was greeted by the face of a guard.” We’ve arrived at the palace, young prince”, the guard said smiling at the last part causing Colt to blush, not being used to such a title.” I would suggest you sit on Pol’s palm the rest of the way”. Nodding Colt climbed out of the box and on to Pol’s soft palm. The dragon holding him lifted the box and pocketed it before giving Colt a smile.
They entered the palace, passing portraits of past rulers before coming to a pair of doors that kept the king waiting. The guards glanced at Colt, and Pol curled his fingers a bit to reassure him before opening the doors. On a red carpet that stretched forward laid a throne with a large figure sitting upon it.
The purple dragon was slightly bigger then the guards and was dressed in silk gold pants and beneath his large feet were a pair of bejeweled sandals. He was shirtless which put his scaled eight pack as well as two large pecs on display. Looking at the throne seat, one could see his large buttocks pushing the cushion down. His large biceps had leather straps wrapped beneath his shoulders. A long red cape draped off his shoulders and to the side, and on his left index finger laid one gold ring.The guards approached the king, bowing their heads as soon as they were in front of him.
Colt’s gaze met that of Drogan’s, in the dragon’s eyes Colt saw wisdom, strength, and kindness. All his worries began to melt away as the king smiled and spoke.
“I see you’ve returned with my child”, Drogan’s voice was deep and soothing.
“Yes your majesty”, Pol replied as he brought the hand holding Colt closer to Drogan.
Drogan brought his hand forward and layed his fingers on top of Pol’s, creating a makeshift bridge. Colt glanced up at Pol, who smiled and nodded. Standing up, Colt made his way over, as the ground went from red to purple Colt wished he was barefoot, so he could feel the soft warmth. Arriving and stopping in the center of Drogan’s palm, he was brought up to the front of the king’s snout watching his orange eyes gain a sorrowful look.
“Colt, I’ve said this in my message and I wish to say it to you in person. I’m terribly sorry for what has happened to you. I entrusted a messenger to give word when I should have informed everyone myself! I ask not for forgiveness, but for a chance to care for you and to be your family now.”, Drogan finished placing a hand over his strong chest.
Colt began to process everything in his head. The king wanted him to be his child and care for him. He began to shed tears as he looked into Drog- his father’s eyes. “Yes! I’d love for you to be my dad!”
As soon as those words left Colt’s mouth, Drogan smiled and laughed bringing his new son to his right pectoral gently in a hug. The purple scales covering Drogan’s body were soft to the touch and Colt felt safe listening to the king’s mighty heartbeat. After the tender moment, Drogan placed his son on his large shoulder, purring as Colt nuzzled into his neck. Standing up, Colt caught a glimpse of his father’s large rear along with the deep imprint in the cushion but looked forward again as Drogan stepped down from his throne and faced his knights.
“I’ll be going now. Colt and I will be on our way to....
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