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𝑺𝒚𝒇𝒂𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒍, The respected Dragon king who shows no remorse or kindness to anything that breathes. He's known for his hostility and people tend to refrain from contact with him, except his best friend and beta, Axil Chanare...
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Kyra sat down, a true Queen rested on her rightful throne with her King right beside her.
He stared at her side profile as she viewed everyone from above. Wondering how her life beautifully changed from a hidden fairy in a forest to a loved Queen who ruled a kingdom. Well soon to rule a kingdom.
She was just crowned after all.
She faced her mate and blushed when she realised he was watching her.
A love struck smile on his face.
"Hello."
"Hello." He responded. His weight rested on one arm whilst the other squeezed his mates thigh.
A little blush formed on her face and a few giggles escaped her.
"I'm ticklish , Syfas."
"I know."
Faint and ordered footsteps interrupted their little moment. Syfas recognising the person behind it instantly.
"My king." Alfred bowed to Syfas and then turned his attention to Kyra. "And my Queen." He bowed again.
"Kyra, this is Alfred, Alfred this is my mate." Syfas spoke although it was already clear.
Anyone could tell that Kyra was his mate.
Anyone at all...
"Hello Alfred." Kyra spoke with mirth, a smile graced Alfreds face as he realised the Queen was not a stuck up bitch like a few girls he's seen in his life time.
"Hello, Kyra. Seems like your father wants to speak with your mate." He spoke, turning his attention to Syfas in the last second, his hands on his hips.
"Oh, I'll be a moment little rose." Syfas stood up, dusted his clothes and gave a small peck on her temple.
The two watched the King descend the stairs until he was completely gone.
"So, how're you Kyra." Alfred smiled, watching the small fae tap her fingers on the arm rest.
"I'm good, how're you."
He friendly scoffed at the little fairy. " I mean about the whole Queen thing."
"Oh, I don't know yet."
"Understandable."
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
"Old, my dear. Mid forties."
"That's not old!" Kyra said as if it was preposterous.
