Chapter 4
Obsidian
Prince Obsidian was what his mother called "A disgrace to the Nightwing royal family". Well, how would you feel if your son revealed all of your family's dark secrets to the kingdom? So, because of his actions, Obsidian had been kicked out of the Night Kingdom and couldn't come back until he found a royal wife.
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Every time a new royal suitor comes to the Sea Kingdom, Queen Mosasaur hosts a masked ball for them. Obsidian was not the Prince the newest one was honoring, nor was he invited, but he got in anyway because of his status.
"Our apologies for not putting you on the list, Prince Obsidian of the Nightwings." the guard dragon opened the door to the ballroom for him with a shaky talon.
The ballroom was a magnificent one with marble walls and a round ceiling supported by golden columns. In front of every one of the tall windows and their dark purple curtains were tables and seats for conversation. And at the front of the ballroom was one giant silver throne with 9 smaller thrones surrounding it each sporting their own theme. Although, all of this stuff was rather hard to see with all of the dancing dragons. Everyone stopped when a short green seawing stepped onto the platform where the thrones were.
"If i could have everyone's attention." the seawing's voice was rather loud for his size. "The heroic Queen Mosasaur and her 9 daughters will now be entering the ballroom."
A Seawing just a little smaller than Obsidian's mother emerged from a door behind the platform followed by 9 beautiful females and.. A sandwing? It took a moment for Obsidian to recognize the sandwing as Prince Eland. He gave a little wave to the fellow prince as the royalty sat on their thrones.
After that, the room was silent for a moment before the dancing continued and Obsidian was once again trapped by a blur of green and blue. He slowly made his way to one of the conversation areas and sat there, alone. There were some untouched drinks on the table, wich he drank as quickly as he could.
"Excuse me, do you have anyone to dance with?" a seawing in a white dress stood at the end of the table. She looked fully grown, but also was the size of a 5 year old.
"How old are you?" he asked, trying not to be creepy. It was then that he noticed a black and brown leather collar around the seawing's neck. It had a rather peculiar looking block of metal on it that looked like a mechanical device.
"Just turned 7 a few days ago. Legal drinking age, if that's what you were wondering." she noticed the nightwing glancing at her collar. "I only talk about this to those who are close to me. But i suppose this is a good place to get to know other dragons. Wanna dance?" she held out her talon for him.
Obsidian had never been asked to dance by anyone and he surely wasn't used to dancing with someone much shorter than him. But hey, possible wife? "Sure.." he took her talon and led her to the dance floor.
Dancing felt much more free than he had expected it to be. It felt as if he was floating in air, each graceful step landing on a soft cloud. The dance also made him see how beautiful the seawing he was dancing with was. "What's your name?" he asked, almost dreamily.
"Clam. What's yours?" the Seawing almost stumbled as she said this, unable to focus on both talking and dancing.
"Obsidian. Prince Obsidian of the nightwings." he held her talons tighter incase she stumbled again. "Here, why don't we go to my room. I have a knife in there that can get that collar off."
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Obsidian rummaged through his bag while Clam looked around his room. "Here." he finally took out a large pocketknife with a sharp, thick, silver blade. "Come here so we can get back to dancing as fast as possible."
Clam did as she was told and stood still as the blade was slid under the collar. The brown leather was tugged at for a bit, then rips started to be heard. Eventually, a loud rip was heard and Clam fell forward as the collar fell to the floor.
Obsidian instinctively wrapped his forearms around her to stop her from falling and then there was a moment between them. Obsidian had felt the feeling of love as he had been through many relationships before, but he guessed the concept was rather new to this younger dragon. They stood there for a moment and then Clam wrapped her arms around Obsidian as he had done to her.
They embraced for a few minutes, although it felt like hours, until Obsidian released the servant. He knew his mother wouldn't approve. Clam was nothing but a poor maid.
He looked up and saw, peeking around the door, a seawing dragonet looking no older than 2. Before he could say anything, the dragonet cried "Ocean! The nightwing prince is making out with a servant!".
Obsidian paused as a large seawing bigger than him stepped into the doorway. Her violet eyes looked like a purple wildfire and her long silver horns looked like they could easily impale him. "Well Fry, I only see the prince here." The seawing boomed in a queen-like voice. Obsidian looked behind him and saw that Clam had hidden.
"Indeed, I am the only one in this room. You see, i was just thinking about home. I don't know where that silly little dragonet gets her ideas from." Obsidian tried to avoid eye contact as he said this.
"Call my sister silly again and your mother will soon receive a package with your pickled head on a platter... Fry, lets go." The dragon walked away with her sister, leaving Obsidian and Clam alone.
Clam walked out of Obsidian's closet. "That was Ocean, Queen Mosasaur's eldest daughter. She is intimidating, but not as aggressive as Great White..".
"Well, i will make sure to avoid them... Anyways, it's getting late. We better get to bed." he noticed sadness in the servant's eyes. "Hey, you can sleep with me if you want. I know the servants don't get very good sleeping quarters." He touched his snout to her cheek and began taking off his accessories so he could get to sleep..
~Kill the Queen~ {A wings of fire story}
You say our love is draining and you can't go on~