Dragonsâ Melancholic Song (Part 20)
I questioned, âMy number one priority right now is to think about how to escape this place. Why, though, can I not calm down? I canât help feeling that thereâs something left undone. I canât get Irina out of my mind. I surprisingly couldnât sleep well tonight. Last time, I could sleep well in this room, because I was afraid Irina might barge in at any moment. Now, however, Iâm worried about her not coming back.
Why am I worried that she wonât come back? I clearly shouldnât have any relationship with her, yet why am I unsettled? I never planned to do that; why am I suddenly concerned about this female dragon I just got acquainted with when the chance to escape is in front of me?
I canât do this. I canât do this. I absolutely mustnât let this happen. If I get distracted with her anymore, Iâm going to delay my escape plan. I shouldnât be thinking about looking for Irina right now but how to hurry and escape. I canât sleep right now anyway, so why not get up and scout the situation outside?â
I didnât find out much the last night I went out. After judging my thinking to be abnormal, I returned to my room. However, I had to properly investigate the place tonight. I, at least, needed to know what would happen after I opened the door.
I figured I should head upstairs to Irinaâs room⌠bring Mom out and see what happened. I went to the stairs on the right. I took a deep breath before stepping onto the steps and ascending the stairs. The stairs inside the mountain cave were made from stone. No noises were made when stepping on the steps, but as soon as I stepped onto a step, a voice spoke out from above. Soon enough, I could hear footsteps coming from above. Irina appeared at the end of the spiral staircase. She asked, âKing Troy, is something the matter?â
âAh⌠No⌠NothingâŚâ
Irina didnât look odd. That made me feel I was an idiot. What happened weighed heavily on my mind, yet Irina looked as though nothing happened. She was calm and collected. I looked at her face. I was partially ashamed and partially nervous to the point that I couldnât speak. I merely murmured a few words in an attempt to explain myself, when Irina didnât care why I was there and didnât ask what I wanted.
Irina nodded: âIf there is nothing, you best head back and sleep. It is dangerous to be running around at night, as you will wake Mom up. Mom does not like being woken up at night. By the way, perhaps you are unaware, since you are not a pure-blooded dragon, but Dragons have extra sensitive hearing when sleeping at night. Therefore, if you want to open the door at night, Mom will hear you.â
âI know you do not want to escape, for running away now is suicidal. That is why I am sure you will not try it. As such, I do not believe that you will choose to leave at night.â
Irina seemed to be able to read my mind during my moment of anxiety in trying to explain myself. She yawned and then turned around: âIf there is nothing else, I will be heading back to bed now. If I do not sleep well, I will not be able to recover my energy for tomorrow.â
âGot it. Goodnight.â I nodded and then took one last glance at Irina.
I assumed that Irina and Camille would usually sleep in their dragon forms when I wasnât around. There might be some problems for them to sleep in their rooms in their human forms. Having said that, there was a chance they were fine, too. After all, they were elves in the past; they always had to sleep in their elven forms. Irinaâs room wasnât large enough for her to sleep in her dragon form anyway.
Irina said, âGoodnight,â and then turned to leave.
Irina wasnât abnormal in any way. In fact, she didnât turn around to look at me again. I genuinely felt as if I was bursting with emotions. Mere days ago, Irina would look at me with her love-heart eyes, hug me and beg me. Then she acted as if she has nothing to do with me. In fact, she was as calm as if we never did anything. She previously felt slightly guilty but not then. She was polite and friendly just as when we first met.
That shouldâve been good news to me. Well, not really. I had to negotiate some conditions with Irina and Camille to be able to leave with Dragon Mom. However, if they had lost interest in the plan, there were two endings. The first one was that theyâd just release me. The second one was keeping me with them, as Irina still had positive feelings for me.
I was reluctant to accept it. Actually, I was very reluctant to accept it. I questioned, âWhy has Irina totally lost interest in me all of a sudden? What is she trying to do? Why has she stopped wanting to sleep with me all of a sudden? I want to know why. I want to know what exactly she wants. While Camille said it was to create order for us, there was clearly a problem with just twice per week. Logically speaking, we would have a higher success rate if we did it more times. Does this new plan of hers really work? Whatâs with this strange adjustment? Why does she insist on this? Is Camille planning something?â
I had no idea what Camille did outside the cave daily. I was worried there was some scheme brewing in the background.
âWhat is the matter?â Irina turned around again.
When I saw Irina again, I couldnât utter a word. Irina appeared to be in a normal condition. I asked myself, âI have so many questions to ask. I want to know what exactly sheâs trying to do, but why have I now lost my courage to ask?â
I hesitated for a moment and then said, âGoodnight.â
Irina didnât wait for me again. She was probably annoyed, since I called her so many times for nothing. She turned to leave. I followed her advice and returned to my room.
Irina wouldnât trick me. Leaving at night isnât a wise decision. Iâd give myself away as soon as I opened the door. If Camille heard it opening, she was bound to bring me under control again. I decided it was better to find an opportunity during the day when they were both out. At least, I learnt Camille wouldnât notice during the day. By the looks of it, I didnât spend a night in vain. I learnt that leaving at night wasnât advisableâŚ
Nevertheless, I didnât notice that there was a glimmering silver liquid trail slowly running down the steps and underneath the light of the flame where Irina and I conversed.
Irina lied on her bed. A dangerous colour gleamed in her eyes. She did her absolute best to maintain a normal state when she met Troy. For a female dragon, especially an aroused one, seeing a male dragon, particularly one they had set their sights on, made it impossible to maintain their demeanour upon their first meeting. Irina had basically returned to the state she was in when she first met him.
Irinaâs hands began to move again, but the night was tougher to get through than she imagined. Before she learnt about the world of lust, she didnât know how it felt. Once she knew how amazing it felt, so she could never feel satisfied with just her fingers. The last few nights had been the most excruciating nights for her to get through. Troy was just downstairs, yet she couldnât go to him, as her mother was present.
Irinaâs mother gave her the command to not go to Troyâs. As an obedient and sensible girl, Irina never considered opposing her mother. Her mother searched high and low every day in the forest. The fact that Irina couldnât get pregnant rendered Camille antsy.
Camille desperately needed a child. The child was the future of the entire dragon race, which was why she thought of a drug. There was a drug that could speed up the rate of pregnancy for a female dragon. The issue was that it took a long time to concoct. Furthermore, it required the female dragon to lead a scheduled lifestyle and ensure her emotions remained calm. The drug was initially intended for families of the dragon race who needed it, but she had to concoct it for a male and female that werenât a family.
Camille watched steam whisk up from the large pot of gurgling brown liquid in front of her. She poured her daughter and Troyâs secreted liquid into the pot then stirred it to mix them together. The liquid didnât react. It essentially absorbed everything as a black hole would. Camille took in a deep breath. She had already used her rationality and dignity to control her lust, but she reacted to the smell from Troy, nonetheless. She was in no mood to worry about that at the moment, though. Troy belonged to her daughter.
âThe future of the dragon race definitely also belongs to my daughter!â was what Camille always had in mind.