Snippet #2373854

Yadaras had not expected his child to hit him. He held his head to the side, where he'd stopped after being hit. He remained there for a few moments that seemed to drag on. Rihtarion was watching the interaction closely. He could see easily that the King was furious. The dungeon master had finally pulled his knife out of the Dragon Prince to turn and watch what was happening. The guard that had been holding onto his head remained doing just that which allowed Rihtarion the ability to watch without punishment. Yadaras ever so slowly turned to regard the Princess, fury and rage shining in his eyes. "Evelyn..this man is no subject of ours. He is a threat to our people. The enemy. We captured him one-thousand years ago and he has been here ever since. He is the son of Niron, the former King of Ialeos. He is what is preventing us from taking the Ancients' Throne. I will not let him go and you will remember your place, girl." The King said. He watched his daughter closely for her reaction. He would not let the sad looking Dragon go. He cared little if his daughter thought that the man didn't deserve the things that had happened to him during the past one-thousand years. He would never let go of his leverage. The King motioned for the guard that had been holding up the prisoner. The Dragon made his way over to his King. "You will take my daughter back to her rooms. It's obvious that she isn't old enough for this yet." the King said. He turned to look at the Princess again before she was taken back up to her rooms. "Daughter, I shall be up later to speak with you of your actions. I expect you to be there."

Rihtarion had watched the exchange closely. The King had at some point moved closer to the Prince. He was crouching in front of him, staring at the almost hanging Prince. "Evelyn, when I rule upon the Ancients' Throne..you will rule here in my place. You need to learn the ways of the world." he said more kindly than before. He turned his eyes back to his daughter but remained close to the younger male Dragon. Suddenly, as the King was focus on his daughter, Rihtarion moved quickly. He jolted forward, striking the mad Dragon in the head with his own, causing the King to fall backwards. Yadaras slowly sat back up after a moment, glaring at the Prince. "You will never sit upon the Ancients' Throne as long as there is life still in me." Rihtarion said in his heavily accented voice. There had never been any noticeable difference between the Dragons of Ialeos and the Dragons of Sianas. The only thing that truly separated them was their language. Those from Ialeos always had a heavy accent whereas those from Sianas had very little. Many had speculated that this was because those in Sianas lived in the Lower Lands with the other races of the world.

"You will pay for that, boy." the King said as he got up off of the dirty ground. He rubbed his forehead where Rihtarion had headbutted him. The King signaled for the guard to lead his daughter out of the room. Rihtarion watched the Princess closely with his golden eyes. He was still surprised that the young Dragon had tried to get her father to set him free. He allowed his gaze to linger on the beautiful Dragon as the guard gently tried to lead her away from the horror that was about to take place. The King watched as his daughter was being slowly forced out of the room. He couldn't believe that the boy had dared strike him. He'd not thought that Rihtarion had enough energy for that. Damn that Dragon and his ability to heal so quickly. That had to be the only reason that he'd been able to strike him so hard.