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They were in the bedroom now, Taeyong on the bed, reading a book to a very sleepy Chenle. Mark had his own small bed by the side of Taeyong's bed and the king apologized that the boy had to sleep on the floor but Mark was more than welcome as long as he could keep his king company.
He finally understood why King Taeyong was loved, the king gentle in nature. He watched as Taeyong patted Chenle on the back, the Water Nation's prince eyes finally going into a close. The eclipse was nearing and Mark watched Jaehyun sit with a history book laid in front of him.
The Knightsman turned the page, the ticking of the grandfather clock humming everyone to sleep and Mark shifted uncomfortably, the male trying to breathe. There was a movement and Taeyong laid Chenle down softly, rolling to the side and Mark looked up to see the king peering down at him.
"Hey." The king greeted softly and Mark forced himself to smile. "How are you feeling?"
Mark didn't want to worry the king, the male saying that he felt very fine when Taeyong gave him a smile. Jaehyun stood up, going to tuck the king into bed when rattling began to sound, Jaehyun ignoring it.
"It's starting." Jaehyun said. "The wind nation are always the ones that feel it first." He said, turning to Mark who closed his eyes.
His chest constricted and he shifted, the male suddenly gasping for breath.
"Mark?"
And just like that, Mark began to convulse—his body felt deprived of oxygen and Mark gripped his chest, the male heaving up for air.
"Mark?" Jaehyun asked, grabbing his sword in case Mark turned into a dangerous creature. But Mark could feel pain ripple through his body, Mark's hands trembling with energy when he yelled out. He had no control of his body anymore when he could hear Taeyong yell out to let Jaehyun open the door to the balcony.
"We can't open the doors, your highness. It's too dangerous—"
"Do it, Knightsman!" Taeyong yelled, Jaehyun rushing to the doors and opening it. With that, wind entered the king's bedroom and Mark felt a rush of power, his body changing into a dragon. His body leapt out into the open and Jaehyun yelled for the knights for back up.
"A dragon—"
"He's a dragon!"
"Help!" Mark found himself saying, his body writhing with vibrations. He wanted to fly and he couldn't stop himself, the male finally phasing into full form. His scales were silver, glistening under the eclipse and Mark was about to take off when he heard a voice.
"Stand down!" Taeyong was saying, a hand out and Mark found it easier to control himself under Taeyong's command.
It may be because Taeyong was also a dragon and he was older, Mark's dragon soul obeying to him.
"Stand down, Mark!" Taeyong said and Mark did all he could, curling his body towards himself when he heard footsteps. "Breathe—"
Breathe.
"Breathe, child. It's going to be okay." Taeyong's smooth voice helped when he felt Taeyong's hands on his body, the king smoothing down on the scales of the dragon. Both their dragon souls found comfort in each other and Taeyong pressed his cheek down on Mark's long body, a rush of energy running through him.
Taeyong sighed.
"I see we have found the wind dragon." He whispered.
