Royal killer

D R A G O N K I N

"Ha! It seems that no one can beat me!" The sharp ring of metal clashing against metal, rang through the air of a large royal training hall. A dragonkin fell to his knee, letting out a small grunt. While reaching for the sword that fell beside him, the other dragonkin and apparent winner, placed his sword to his opponent's neck. "Anyone? Anyone at all? How about you, dear sister?" Chimed the winner.

The winner's sister was casually draped sideways over the armrests of an ornate gold throne in the viewing stands with a book in hand. Two servants on either side of her, fanned her body with large leaves. She hardly seemed interested in anything that was going on in their sparring match. "I'd rather not, Sobek. You're twice my size and honestly, brute strength is more of your forte while strategy is more of mine. And I say you stop boasting. It's unbecoming of a soon-to-be king, and frankly, it's quite annoying."

A warm chuckle erupted from Sobek's mouth as he sheathed his sword and helped his opponent stand. "I'm just keeping my body sharp. As king, I vow to finish what me and father started on the battlefield and subjugate the Necromancers."

"Right, because-"

"Because finishing off their king wasn't enough for me, Vera. That was years ago and father isn't all that impressed with my deeds anymore. I want to impress him once more before he moves on." Sobek cut her off and patted his opponent on the shoulder, signaling his time to leave. Sobek's opponent bowed and shared a small look with Vera who then shooed him off as well. "I plan to take out their Regent while their Prince is still too young to take up the throne in his stead. Integria will be left in shambles and it will be the perfect time to strike."

"Well, that's some plan you have there dear brother," Vera said sarcastically while turning a page in her book. She then looked to one of the servants and mumbled something low. Sobek hardly paid the servant any mind as she bowed deeply and left. "I'm practically giddy with joy, imagining how you'll fail." Vera finally looked up at him, her green and gold eyes practically shining.

"You think I'll fail? HA! You doubt not just my strength, but the strength of a dragonkin. We are not only gifted swordsmen, but with our dragonstones, we transform into our ferocious ancestors from days of old." He thumbed at the glowing blue crystal that hung around his neck and smiled. He had a lady-killing smile that never ceased to get him in, and out of trouble as a young teen.

"Yes, that may be true but remember what you learned about the Necromancers in school? They are as cunning as they are devious. They know an endless amount of magic and even though magic can't affect you in your Dragon form, it can affect you when you're not. And you KNOW you can't stay in that Dragon form forever."

Sobek's smile faltered but he brushed it off with the naivety and brashness of his youth. "That's why I'll go after those in the highest positions of power. Before you know it, Makarth is going to be the most powerful nation!"

Vera rolled her eyes and shook her head. She rolled on to her stomach and let her long black hair flow over one shoulder. "Alright then Sobek. Let's see how far your brute strength takes you." The same servant she sent away, came in with a sterling salver only supporting a single decorative cup. "I got you something to drink since you've just finished sparing and you're drenched in sweat." Vera explained as if she had gone and gotten the drink herself. "It's a new drink that seems to be all the rage. Try it. See if you like it."

Sobek took up the cup and tilted it until the liquid met with his lips. It was a warm, milky type of drink that was sweet and smelled of flowers. But it also had another, bitter taste underneath that he couldn't quite distinguish. "Wow... This is pretty good. I'll have more once I finish my bath. I've worked up quite a sweat, as you've said." He set the cup back down on the platter and turned to leave the training hall.

Sobek made his way down to the royal baths and was immediately swarmed by a group of servants. They undressed him and walked him further into the baths where a naked servant with short white hair and pale skin waited. She was just his type, and he chose her specifically because of it. She made her way over to him and carefully traced her fingers down the scars over his nose and on his cheek, before she began to bathe him. He smirked and watched as she dragged a soapy cloth over his body and cleaned him up. Her wet breasts dragged down his chest as she slowly got to her knees and washed his manhood and his legs.

After he was thoroughly washed, a few other servants laid him down on warm towels and began to massage fragrant oils into his skin. He felt his body relax and feel slightly heavier as they worked. Then, they left in the middle of their work. "Where are you all going? Get back here!" He ordered but when he attempted to move, his body betrayed him. Sobek's limbs were like lead and all he could do was move his head.

Off to the side, he could hear the clack of shoes against tile as his opponent from earlier came into the bathroom. He crouched down and with a sick smile, he stared into Sobek's eyes.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?" Sobek screamed. "GUARDS! GUARDS!"

"It's no use, your highness. Anyone in your service who was still loyal to you has been killed. You're being overthrown you hear? You're no longer in power." He chuckled and snatched the dragonstone necklace from Sobek's neck while he was still powerless.

Sobek's eyes widened and before he could say anything else, the man above him punched him hard enough to knock him out cold.

"Goodnight sweet Prince~"