Prince Zhakhil

Zhakhil was so scared with the knight knocking on the door. It meant that his dragon was in danger and he couldn't have that.

He paced around in the room trying to think of a plan to save his dragon. Xaddrin was his life and having him die was not an option. He couldn't let anyone harm him.

The knock on the door caused him to jump. He was running out of time and the knight was getting restless by the door.

His dragon was seated by the window calmly taking a nap. It shocked him that the male could afford to sleep at such times. The fact was that his life was in danger and all he was doing was relax.

Zhakhil moved down to the door to let the knight inside the house. He nervously opened the door and let him inside.

The knight had drawn his sword and was ready to go to war with the dragon. He had come prepared to slaughter the beast and bring the prince back with him. It was important that he saved the prince.

Walking into the house he was caught off guard with the kind looking gent that opened the door for him. He took a minute to examine Zhakhil.

It was the first time that he had met a man who kept his hair so long. Zhakhil's waist length hair was a mess, he was yet to comb it.

"Greetings to you my good sir," the knight greeted to him.

"Greetings," the prince replied while ushering him to enter the house.

"I am Adran a knight of Neladia and I am here to save the prince and take him back home," the knight stated Along the way.

"I am Axaran, the prince's male servant," Zhakhil lied through his teeth.

He had thought of the plan while he headed for the door. The knight can't kill his dragon if the knight thinks that he is the prince.

The plan was simple, he had his fingers crossed that his plan works and that he gets to save Xaddrin from the male's sharp sword.

"I see, I had to idea that the prince was trapped with someone else here," Adran let out.

"The prince is taking a nap right now," he informed avoiding the question that was asked. He had no answers for that question.

"And the dragon?" Adrian asked causing the male to have hiccups from the shiver that travelled down his back hearing his question.

"The d..dragon * hiccup* is not *hiccup* around," he struggled to say with his hiccups.

"Where is it if it isn't here. The sooner I slay the dragon the sooner that I can break the prince free from here," the knight told to him.

"You must be tired from your travels,"the prince said to get his attention from the dragon. " Have some snacks and rest before you go ahead and give yourself work," he added arriving in the living room.

By the door stood the dragon with a glass of water for his hiccups. He took the glass of water from him and gulped it down in one go.

Turning to the knight he introduced the dragon. "This is prince Zhakhil of Neladia."

Xaddrin stared at him with a raised brow wondering why he lied. When he had informed the male that the knight had come to save him it wasn't because he was scared. He just needed to boy to know.

From the look of the male, it would take him minutes to eat the man whole. It won't be tasty since his taste buds were used to cooked food but it will keep him full for a week at least.

"It a pleasure to meet you your highness," the knight bowed his head in respect. Having no clue of the games that the real prince was playing with him.

Adran couldnt know if it was the surrounding they lived in that made him look so good or if it was natural genes. All in all he has to admit that prince that was introduced to him was a gorgeous beauty.

He could already imagine the hearts that the prince was going to break once he takes him home. Many women would definitely fight over him after they meet him.

It would be crazy how they would fight for him and his servant who was no less of a beauty. The prince might be forced to have a harem from the number of women that he will have on his side.

"For how long do you intend to look at me?" Xaddrin asked him.

Adran faced away immediately after being caught staring. He didn't mean to stare but he had been caught in his thoughts while looking at him hence it appeared as though he was staring.

"I am Adran, a knight from the royal palace here to save you from the dragon that seeks to keep you captive," he told to him.

'I am the dragon and I need no saving,' Xaddrin thought. "I know, you have making a lot of noise at the door since you arrived. I'm certain that even the animals of the forest know who you are right now," he spoke to him in a annoyed tone.

"Sorry for that," Adran smiled nervously before the dragon.

"Make yourself at home, I need my nap," Xaddrin told to him and walked away. Adran watched him leave before the dragon disappeared around the corner.

He turned his gaze to Zhakhil, the prince had moved to the kitchen and was dishing out some food for him to eat.

He was glad the knight had fallen for the lies that he had told. He felt relieved that his dragon was safe for now. He had not even thought of the fact that his dragon could be capable of defending himself.

Since Xaddrin rarely took his dragon form, he thought of the male in his human form and saw him as fragile and in need if his protection. He didn't even think that the dragon was capable of turning the male of a knight to his meal in a second and he will be no more.