Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,106
when we'd have to be apart.
Even if such an opportunity hadn't brought itself, I always prepared myself mentally for it. With beginnings, there was always an end, and I could only assume I'd be merely a stepping stone in this relationship before I was discarded like some side dude.
A part of me kept trying to convenience myself that Cassandra wasn't like those of the past. She wasn't one of those individuals who used you when the moment was right and dumped you like rotten trash when the next big individual walked into their lives.
In my mind, I was all but temporary, and maybe that's why having a mate has been rather eye-opening.
By being Cassandra's dragon mate, I couldn't be so easily discarded - at least it was what brought some hope to my negative thought process - but would that change now that she was a queen?
I'm not her only one anymore. I'm not the surviving knight that vowed to always protect her. I'm replaceable. Everyone is replaceable.
It seemed like the world around me would dive into darkness when I was overcome with the typical dark thoughts that urged nothing but isolation. The repetitive words of negativity that repeated themselves, again and again, begged to be heard as their volume grew and the emotions they triggered fought hard to consume me from the inside out.
As a god, it was only harder because time became your enemy rather than your ally. If it wasn't for Cassandra and the craziness she instilled at the prison, even that change in scenery was becoming a dull routine of frustration.
A twinkle caught my attention at the corner of my eye, and that's when my gaze found the hidden princess that seemed to push the dark thoughts and echoing chants away as more rays of light began to swarm the sky.
There was Cassandra, sitting upon a white swing. The ropes that held the swing were wrapped with various vines with golden flowers and blue and green leafy petals.
Her head rested against the rope closest to the bark of the large tree that suspended the swing, her dress hanging elegantly to the grassy surface while showing her toes. Her heels were to the side of the tree's base.
She was clearly asleep, her peaceful face making my heart begin to relax. Her crown caused a slight sparkle thanks to the swarming orange light beginning to spread through the sky.
This vivid image was the epitome of serenity. It was like being captivated by a painting in a museum, the vivid colors, the blending and hidden message of the image tugging at all your heart strings and bringing you the immense wave of peace you've been searching for in the world of chaos.
Only this image was real and at my grasp. This woman who brought a new sense of purpose in my mind was before me and only a few steps away from my touch.
My body moved on its own accord, my eyes still admiring just how perfect she was. A woman who boldly entered the realms of the prison, only to now be the hope of a kingdom and potential savior sent from the gods above to bring salvation to this world of approaching doom.
Watching her growth was surely a privilege, just like it was to love her. Even doing that seemed like a blessed opportunity that I couldn't take lightly, for I'd been one of the few to score a chance with her thanks to the blood that coursed through my veins.
Thanks to being a lone dragon who prayed to meet someone worthy of my love and adoration.
Funny how decades ago, I knew I could get anything I desired. Money, fame, power. They were at my very fingertips, and I knew I'd never lack in such areas, but as time continued to tick away, and the meaning of power, money, and fame began to fade as the generations moved along in their endless cycle, I was left feeling like a fool because I'd ignored how valuable love really was.
That was when I had to pray to be worthy of another's attention. To be worth their time and not just a stepping stone for the same power, money, and fame I’d once grasped in my hand.
My love story with Cassandra was one I never could have predicted. Our love wasn't rapid or love at first sight. It was rough with mistakes and errors of judgment in the heat of salvation and survival.