ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ʜᴇɪʀ. [ ᴛᴀʏssɪ ]

[BayMickey]

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The silk train of her dress dragged on the cold marble floor, falling ever so gracefully from step to step as the beautiful princess of Nestria seemingly floated down the palace staircase. Her bright green eyes were aimed at the floor, taking in every crack and scratch on the royal flooring. Butterflies seemed to be racing back and forth at unknown in her stomach at this moment. Today would be the day, the day when the egg that rested peacefully for sixteen years in the throne room would finally hatch. The day when Gaia would be recognized as the new Heir. The day a pure golden tiara would be placed upon her head. The day it would declared that this young lady would, someday, rule the lands. One should be nervous for such a day.

Gaia made her way to the huge ivory-decorated doors to the throne room. You see, everything in the royal palace was light. Light floors, light walls, light decorations. Nothing was dark. Even the people's clothing had to be light when they stepped into the building. The monarchs were associated with purity, and thus the castle was deemed with white. It stood tall on the top of a mountain, it shining in all it's glory. It was made more impressive when the dragons circled over, but that was another story to be said. Instead, Gaia only was focused on what was behind these doors. She closed her eyes and imagined it. Her mother and father smiling brightly at the white-satin covered thrones, her father's dark blue dragon friend to the left of him, anticipating his son or daughter's hatching. She exhaled loudly, motioning for the guards to open the door. The egg in her trembled, as if it was sighing also. Gaia took a step forward, her blinding white dress flowing perfectly behind her.

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Gaia giggled as the small dragon licked his nose. She ran from the small beast, looping in and out of the bushed in the garden. Wrie followed her, tailing closely behind her. The dragon then cut her path short, stopping right in front of the princess, blowing a small smoke ring in her face. The princess gasped in momentary fright, then fell back in a large fit of giggles. She held out her hand, Wrie landing with grace inside of it. Gaia placed the dragon on her shoulder, the creature complimenting her in an odd way.

She retreated back into the castle, shutting the door quietly behind. She ran quickly up the steps,going back into her chambers. Wrie jumped from her shoulder, flying into the air. Everyday, she grew bigger. Ever since, only three weeks ago, she had been hatched, Wrie had grown about three times her size. In no time, she would be gigantic, a little smaller than the Dragon King, who towered most of the buildings in the capital city. It was crazy to think that one day that this small dragon would once rule all of the her kind in the world. But that was far away, there was too much time to use on other things besides dwelling on those type of things.

Gaia kicked off her slippers, the cold floor feeling good on her bare feet. She curled her toes in, laughing as she watched the baby dragon doing backflips in the air. The two hadn't yet gotten used to the beauty of one another. Gaia still marveled at the purplish scales of the creature, and Wrie loved the color of the girl's hair. Gaia moved over to her bed, removing the crown from her head. She sat on the bed, her dragon ladnign beside her.

The news earlier that day hadn't been good. She had heard that a prince was coming to visit. But not only a prince, her prince. Or that's what he was going to become. This magnificent man was coming to live in her family's castle for three years, seeking a peace treaty in some way. Gaia knew what that meant. it had happened too many times in the history books her tutor gave her to read. Her parents even befell the tragic royal marriage trap. The princes and princesses are set up to marry for the best politics. He was supposed to arrive later today, these lat few hours her only of pure blissful peace. But what had to be done had to be done. There was no way around. And Gaia would do it for her future people, even though it meant marrying a man almost ten years older than her.

Wrie nipped gently at her human's hand, sensing her sadness. Gaia smiled, stroking the dragon's back with two fingers. At least she could enjoy it with her new best friend.    

[Tayssi]

[[ Wynn ]]


“Wynn!” a voice huffed, a booted foot tapping the ground impatiently, “can’t you get your nose out of that damned book?” the man asked, snatching the book from the prince’s large hands. Grinning slyly, Wynn glanced up at the man who stood before him. Glazon, tall man at 6’3’’, standing than he and of stockier build. The second in command of the royal knights of Deryth and Wynn’s absolute best friend. “But it’s interesting,” Wynn commented, snatching the book back, shoving it in a bag. “Are we almost there?” he asked, wondering how long it was going to take to get to the kingdom of Nestria. Glazon shrugged and then motioned to the outside world. Chuckling, Wynn stood up and walked outside, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the bright sun. Just up ahead was the castle. Even from the outside, it was light. His eyes widened slightly at the magnificent sight and ordered the carriage to stop. It was nothing fancy – Wynn didn’t do fancy – just a simple grey gelding pulling a simple cart with a roof to shield from the sun. It looked like something a poor person would own. Which it technically did. Wynn had asked a simple farmer to take him to the palace and paid him a piece of gold, which was humbly accepted, and here he was.

Stepping from the shelter and landing on the ground with a thud, he nodded to the man, knowing a lot of the farmers didn’t like to go too close to the palace. Smiling at the man as he turned his horse around to go home, Wynn felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking at Glazon, Wynn grinned. “Come on then,” the prince said, walking towards the palace, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. They soon came closer to the gates and before Wynn had the chance, Glazon introduced Wynn to the guards, earning him a sigh. The guards ushered them inside and Wynn looked up, not so much interested in the castle, but what flew overhead. Gorgeous dragons circled the top of the castle, an odd dragon resting on the ground or roof. Their scales glistened in the bright sun and he raised his hand over his eyes so he could see them better. A smile spread over his lips as he watched the magnificent creatures, the men around him doing the same. However, he soon heard a primal, feral screech and his he snapped from his haze and his eyes darted from side to side to try and find the source. His knights and guards scattered quickly and soon a loud, massive ‘thump’ was heard from behind Wynn.

He turned, heard tilting back and his almost black gaze turning to meet the fierce blue gaze of Raibyr. The massive griffin looked at him before glancing at the dragons. “I could easily take one of them down,” Raibyr announced in his own tongue, not daring to speak the human language in case people from this kingdom heard. And no one would know the griffish language hear except Wynn. Scoffing, Wynn shook his head at the 4 metres tall beast. “We are not here to fight the dragons, Raibyr,” Wynn replied carefully. Clicking his beak, the griffin went silent and followed the prince inside, keeping a watchful eyes on all people, including the knights and guards from Deryth. He trusted no one except Wynn.

Wynn walked through the corridors, the sounds of boots on marble floors, talons clicking and the occasional shift of armour on one of the guards. Running a hand through his black and silver streaked hair, Wynn looked around. Everything was blindingly light in this castle. Back at home, the castle was diluted greys.. Nothing like this. But then again, Wynn’s father didn’t care about looks, only protection from the Snow Griffins, like Raibyr. Shaking his head, he placed a hand on the beast’s shoulder, his fingers burying into feather and fur, brushing against some beads. As a sign of respect from Wynn, Raibyr wore strings decorated with blue and white beads and small blue feathers. However, the one on his tail held white beads and white feathers. Though just simple, that was all Raibyr would accept for a sign of respect and trust. And the beast never took them off. The beads swung carelessly as he walked and the man chuckled. Raibyr claimed that his presence alone was enough to show his respect, which made Wynn laugh every time.

Suddenly, a maid came and ushered them into the throne room, glancing nervously at the griffin who sneered down at her. Walking into the room, Wynn looked around the room, craning his neck to look at the beast for a moment before his gaze travelled to the king, bowing low in a gesture of respect. The knights and guards behind him kneeled, whilst Raibyr merely sat on his haunches and started to preen his feathers and fur, not caring. “King Mica, I am Wynn Elsthor, 2nd prince of Deryth, and I have come in place of my father, King Fylson, in hopes to form a treaty between our kingdoms,” he said, taking another small bow, glancing at Raibyr as he hissed at a maid who carelessly came too close.

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"Gaia! The prince is here!"

Those four dreaded words were yelled up to Gaia almost thirty minutes later. Gaia sighed loudly. Why right now? The princess placed the cold tiara back on her head, then moved over to the mirror. Her hair fell in brown waves to her hips. She twirled a couple of strands around her finger to clean them up a bit. Her complexion was still flawless, not a blemish in sight. Oh, how she was blessed with perfect skin. Gaia checked every bit of her reflection, looking for any flaw. She found none, then ran quickly to her closet. Throwing on her favorite very light lilac-colored dress, she then checked herself once again before running down the stairs, her little dragon zipping right beside her. The duo took the steps two at a time, trying to make up for lost time. Gaia found her handmaid, Eliza, at the bottom of the staircase. She at first had a scowl upon her face, but upon the sight of Gaia, she grinned.

"You look beautiful, mi'lady," the servant said. Gaia beamed a brilliant smile back at the girl, and turned to the hallway. At the end of this lighted passage stood the two doors, who once again marked the way for her future. This would be the first time in about a month the doors held so much power for Gaia. She glanced toward her dragon. Then, she held out her arm, Wrie landing on it and wrapping her tail around it. She sat there, in a sort of formal way. It would have to do, as Gaia was never told what to do with the creature in formal events. She stepped forward, one foot at a time. Then, the guards pulled open the door, revealing the dreaded scene before her.

The prince wasn't as she had imagined. Of course, as a imaginative sixteen-year-old, she might have imagined him wrinkling and old. But he looked positively young standing before her, facing her crown father. Everyone in the Great Hall turned to face Gaia, faces lighting up at her presence. The spotlight was taken from the prince accidentally, but returned when Gaia thus walked to her father's side, and assuming correct position, but not before curtsying to the King and Dragon. She then turned to look at the prince's face.

What she saw was not what she expected. My, he was handsome. She studied him, feature by feature, and she was sure he was studying her. Only now was she broken from her stupor, and brought to notice the huge animal beside him. A griffin. She had never seen one, only studied them. And here one was. With the prince that stood before her. How odd. She wasn't phased by the beast, as a twenty-foot dragon stood next to her father. Gaia looked down at Wrie, whom seemed to be trapped by the beast. Gaia snuck look at her father who was now intoducing Gaia to the prince.

"This, Prince Wynn, is my daughter, Gaia DragonHeir, Princess of Nestria."


[ i guess this can be like game of thrones and we can give her a last name like dany. :3 ]

[Tayssi]

[[ Wynn ]]

Wynn heard the doors creak open and he straightened himself, glancing back in that direction. It was then that he saw Gaia. He knew it was her as he had heard the rumours of her beauty.. They really hadn’t exaggerated. His brows rose slightly as he watched her walk to her father and curtsy at the man and dragon before she turned and looked at him. Watching her for a moment, his eyes took her in. Her hair was long and simply gorgeous and her eyes were an emerald green, seeming to trap him under their gaze. Her skin was fair and without any sort of blemish. Her lilac-purple dress complimented her eyes rather nicely, almost making the small dragon upon her arm blend in. He studied the small creature, his curious nature kicking him and making him want to walk up and touch the small winged reptile. Tearing his gaze away, he looked back at the king, explaining about what his father suggested. A signed contract for a treaty or marriage between Gaia and himself, and Wynn was intelligent enough to know that the suggestion of a treaty contract were just words to make Gaia and him think there may be a chance of them not marrying. But it was a hoax. Whether either of them wanted it or not, they would marry – if Mica accepted. Wynn also explained that his father wanted him to stay in this kingdom for at least 3 years to learn the ways of the people.. And the dragons, though he never said that.

Once the talk was over, Wynn gave a bow again to the king before he took a few steps forward, clearing the distance between him and the princess. “Princess Gaia,” he said politely, kneeling before her, gently taking her hand in his and bringing it up until it met with his lips as he placed a gentle kiss to it. He looked up at her to gauge her reaction, his grey eyes studying her before he lowered her hand back to her side and he stood up, backing away from her. “I say we will be seeing each other quite often, Princess,” he said with a bow of his head. A voice rasped from behind in the griffish language, “hurry up, Wynn, I want to get out of here,” Raibyr demanded, his gaze falling upon the dragon beside the king. “I must go now,” he said quietly, taking a few more steps back before he turned and walked to Raibyr. “You are so impatient,” Wynn huffed in griffish, pushing lightly against the beast’s shoulder to make him turn around. Raibyr walked out of the doors ahead of him and Wynn looked at his men, “Let’s go, men,” he said firmly before he followed the 4 metre griffin out of the room.

Wynn glanced back at the princess and king before the door closed behind them and he grinned slightly before jogging to catch up to Raibyr, who was stomping down the hall, trying to find a way outside. “Jeez, slow down, would you?” Wynn called, earning him a swish of his tail, but nothing more. Shaking his head, he soon caught up to him and grabbed a handful of feathers from his shoulder. “Seriously!” Wynn grumped, “I have got shorter legs than you,” his brow furrowed as the griffin gave a hiss before he finally slowed and the man grinned.

They soon found a way out of the walls and into the garden, where Raibyr quickly took off into the sky to stretch his wings, his tail flicking behind him. Wynn chuckled before moving through the garden, looking around. He’d be here for 3 years. He knew from time to time, Raibyr would need to leave to go back to his pack in Deryth but most of the time, he would have him around. And whilst he was here, Wynn could manage. So long as they had a decent library; he’d only managed to grab a handful of books from the Deryth palace library before he was shoved out of the kingdom. In a way, Wynn suspected it was his brother’s idea; to get him away from the kingdom where the people loved the 2nd prince and not the crowned prince. Yet, he didn’t seem to realise that by sending him here to marry Gaia, he’d have dragons one his side. And the Snow Griffins. So if Wynn really wanted to, it would be an easy feat to take down the kingdom of Deryth. Sometimes, Wynn wondered if Garrik could ever think ahead.. Sighing, Wynn ran a hand through his hair and looked to sky to see if he could find Raibyr anywhere.

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