Fuck.
"Guess I'll lead the way, seeing as you all probably don't know where the master royal room is located," Wyatt spoke up and looked over to Omarion. "Today is the only day I'll allow you to try and intimidate me. Once I've introduced myself in this realm to Cassandra, I won't deal with your attempts to control the situation when I'm present."
His warning actually sent chills through me as his intense gaze moved over his shoulder to glare at me. "Especially you, incubus."
"I'll keep my power to myself and your daughter, sir," I teased with a wink that surely pissed him off. Otis gave me a 'you're going to get us fucking killed' look, but I began to whistle as the weight of tension from the potential idea of Cassandra being dead finally trickled away.
Relief wasn't the proper word to explain our feelings, let alone all that had occurred to get to this place. After dealing with our own set of trials to reach this land, it was a miracle we’d gotten here to find Cassandra in one piece.
Exhausted and at least twenty-six pounds lighter.
Her weight loss pissed me off, especially. Cassandra had never been this skinny in her entire life. One look at her even in my state of emotional happiness, and I knew the exact amount of weight she'd lost.
All her curves were clearly gone, including her bountiful breasts I'd been dreaming of using as a pillow after rounds of sex.
I knew from the moment I woke up and realized what had occurred that our "absence" would hit Cassandra hard, but I hadn’t expected this.
We made our way back into the castle. My eyes immediately scanned the throne room and noticed the golden orange theme with accenting turquoise. It immediately gave me Cassandra's vibes, which only confirmed what Dominick had assumed occurred to these lands that were known to be filled with nothing but desolation.
The idea of Cassandra being the queen of these lands was an accomplishment that made my heart swell with pride. How intriguing it was to look back upon the months when she worried about her human traits, and here she was, a queen of these lands that seemed to be mixed with fae and dragon energy while remaining on human soil.
There has to be a reason why everything was orchestrated for us to reach this fine moment.
I hadn't realized Tristian had changed back until he spoke. "Cassandra literally created this?" His voice was soft as if he were trying not to speak loud enough to wake Cass up, but from the emotion oozing off of him, I knew he was moved by every fine detail.
He was right to be emotionally moved because it was truly inspiring to see this castle brewing with life, especially when we knew all about these lands.
It was the tales you heard of when you were little, and though Cassandra never stayed up long enough as a child for Everett to reach the supernatural tale, we were told about it for our own safety.
The tale of the fae prince and the dragon princess who wished to bring peace.
It wasn't long before we reached a large door, one of gold metal with turquoise jewels. The knob was a large diamond, and I couldn't help pondering about if it was real or not.
King Wyatt opened the door, gesturing for us to enter first. It wasn't long before Dominick was tucking Cassandra into bed and, with a bit of magic, was able to change her clothes from her old attire.
Even with her being snuggled in the massive thick sheets, she still looked worrisomely pale. "Is there anything else we can do?" I couldn't help but ask.
We looked to King Wyatt and watched him and Omarion step forward. All that did was lead them to a glaring match, and that condescending sensation began to grow stronger between them as things grew tenser by the second.
"So...um...are they clashing because they’re royals or what?" Tristian quietly questioned.
Dominick sighed. "Dragon kings and gods don't get along automatically. It's a major power clash. Even if they're on good terms with one another."
"So like me and Otis. Got it," I concluded and watched Otis's eyes begin to turn red as they slowly moved to look in my direction. "You didn't let me finish my song. I'm holding it against you."
"You're crazy," Otis huffed, but we both knew I took grudges far too seriously, especially when I was interrupted during any point of my creative process.
"I can handle this," King