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kc_obrienThe boardroom that the secretary had put Alexis in was cold and dark. From the black lacquer table to the lights that were hidden somewhere and barely illuminated the room to the stark, alien artwork, it had been the absolute furthest thing from her mind, even after her car pulled up to the skyscraper that housed "The Wyrmer Group." She had expected it to be, if she was honest with herself, more ostentatious. The senior partner, August Wyrmer, was known to be a prideful beast and when combined with his similarly well-known affinity with covetousness, to find it so spartan was almost off putting. Which, naturally, was the idea.
She couldn't say when he had walked into the room, or if he had at all. It was as though in one moment she was utterly alone in the room and the next she was overwhelmed utterly by his presence. He was dressed impeccably; a charcoal three-piece suit (that would be black in this lighting to someone whose eyes weren't as good as Lexy's) with an ecru dress shirt and gold tie; rings, cufflinks, tie clip and the chain leading from the front vest pocket were golden, matched perfectly to the tie and to his eyes that swirled like molten gold. He was imposing, from his beautiful dark features to his impossible height to the sense of majesty that threatened to blow the room apart, let alone her senses.
Alexis moved quickly to rise, but was stilled by a raised hand, "Keep your seat, Alexis Daughter of [[King's Name]]. I know that you and yours respect me, and do not need you jumping to attention like a good soldier to placate my pride." There was a gravitas to him; something in his voice, a sort of other-worldly gravel that did absolutely nothing for the mortal mask he was wearing.
Regardless of his words, the Princess slipped to her feet and then down to one knee. "Regardless, Duke August, respect is required of us."
His laugh filled the room and threatened to shake the panels off the walls. "You're very good. I must admit I was quite surprised to find you out and about with the moon high above us."
"You know what they say about necessity, m'lord." She kept her eyes down obediently, trying to focus on anything but the beast's majesty, anchoring herself with the thought of how she was ruining her dress in the show of obedience.
"It's the mother and father of recklessness? The Midnight Court grows strong, and the Crown Princess travels through the darkness into the Lair of the Dragonlord, and it's Your Grace, unless it's your desire to serve, marry or annoy me." It smiled widely, too widely for the human mouth it was wearing, "And in any of those cases, it has been such a long time since I've had a Princess." His chuckle was filled with a queer combination of malice and desire.
"You would threaten me openly, Your Grace?" Alexis tried to keep the anger out of her voice, knowing what little it would get her here, "I am Crown Princes Al-"
"You," the Dragonlord interrupted, seeming to grow before her eyes, "are in my home, and would do well to remember that adage they use about us today."
She frowned, dropping her eyes. "Which is that, Your Grace?"
"The one about tasting good with Ketchup." He laughed, a more genial thing than the last, but not by a lot.
Alexis could feel the sweat building beneath the expensive dress; it was bad enough to know that if it came down to it, he could destroy her with a thought, but the way that his presence was making the temperature climb was far and away more uncomfortable than the warmth. "I am sorry, Your Grace. I misspoke and meant no offense."
"A shame," he warbled across the table, "I could use a wife of good magical stock. Now, sit in the chair and let's talk about your necessity, your recklessness and what my price would be."
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Today's '30 Days of Fic' task was to write a scene using the prompt, 'a princess and a dragon.'
Click Here for rundown of tasks that are part of the "30 Days of Fic" challenge, including a link to all completed works!
She couldn't say when he had walked into the room, or if he had at all. It was as though in one moment she was utterly alone in the room and the next she was overwhelmed utterly by his presence. He was dressed impeccably; a charcoal three-piece suit (that would be black in this lighting to someone whose eyes weren't as good as Lexy's) with an ecru dress shirt and gold tie; rings, cufflinks, tie clip and the chain leading from the front vest pocket were golden, matched perfectly to the tie and to his eyes that swirled like molten gold. He was imposing, from his beautiful dark features to his impossible height to the sense of majesty that threatened to blow the room apart, let alone her senses.
Alexis moved quickly to rise, but was stilled by a raised hand, "Keep your seat, Alexis Daughter of [[King's Name]]. I know that you and yours respect me, and do not need you jumping to attention like a good soldier to placate my pride." There was a gravitas to him; something in his voice, a sort of other-worldly gravel that did absolutely nothing for the mortal mask he was wearing.
Regardless of his words, the Princess slipped to her feet and then down to one knee. "Regardless, Duke August, respect is required of us."
His laugh filled the room and threatened to shake the panels off the walls. "You're very good. I must admit I was quite surprised to find you out and about with the moon high above us."
"You know what they say about necessity, m'lord." She kept her eyes down obediently, trying to focus on anything but the beast's majesty, anchoring herself with the thought of how she was ruining her dress in the show of obedience.
"It's the mother and father of recklessness? The Midnight Court grows strong, and the Crown Princess travels through the darkness into the Lair of the Dragonlord, and it's Your Grace, unless it's your desire to serve, marry or annoy me." It smiled widely, too widely for the human mouth it was wearing, "And in any of those cases, it has been such a long time since I've had a Princess." His chuckle was filled with a queer combination of malice and desire.
"You would threaten me openly, Your Grace?" Alexis tried to keep the anger out of her voice, knowing what little it would get her here, "I am Crown Princes Al-"
"You," the Dragonlord interrupted, seeming to grow before her eyes, "are in my home, and would do well to remember that adage they use about us today."
She frowned, dropping her eyes. "Which is that, Your Grace?"
"The one about tasting good with Ketchup." He laughed, a more genial thing than the last, but not by a lot.
Alexis could feel the sweat building beneath the expensive dress; it was bad enough to know that if it came down to it, he could destroy her with a thought, but the way that his presence was making the temperature climb was far and away more uncomfortable than the warmth. "I am sorry, Your Grace. I misspoke and meant no offense."
"A shame," he warbled across the table, "I could use a wife of good magical stock. Now, sit in the chair and let's talk about your necessity, your recklessness and what my price would be."
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Today's '30 Days of Fic' task was to write a scene using the prompt, 'a princess and a dragon.'
Click Here for rundown of tasks that are part of the "30 Days of Fic" challenge, including a link to all completed works!
