What Your Love Felt Like-The Dragon Saga

I swore to be there for my son and my kingdom but for tonight, I was going to take time out for myself.

I retreated to my chamber, feeling numb and hollow. The ache in my chest was unbearable, and I thought that the only way to cope with the pain was to drink until I passed out.

I had not rested since I came around from my unconsciousness. I needed some rest. More like, I needed some moments of unconsciousness.

I ordered maids to bring me the finest liquors in the kingdom and settled in for a long night of mourning. As I took my first sip, memories of Liana flooded my mind. My plan kind of back fired but her pain was as sweet as her essence.

“Why did she have to leave me?” I asked myself, my voice slurring slightly. “I loved her with all my heart, and now she’s gone.”

I took another swig of the drink and continued to mull over my loss. “She was so beautiful and kind, with a heart of gold. I never thought I could love a human, but she proved me wrong.”

My mind drifted back to the day I first laid eyes on Liana. I accidentally laughed. She was running from me, thinking, I was there to hurt Damian. I never knew I had to have her at that time.

But now, she was gone, and I was left with nothing but memories. I took another drink, trying to dull the pain. “I should have done more to protect her,” I muttered to myself. “I should have kept her safe from harm.”

The more I drank, the more my thoughts turned to what could have been. “We could have ruled this kingdom together, Liana and I,” I slurred. “We could have had a life filled with love and happiness.”

But that life was no longer possible, and I knew it. I took another drink, feeling the warm liquid spread through my body. “I will always love you, Liana,” I whispered, knowing that my words would never reach her.

As the night wore on, I drank until I could no longer keep my eyes open. The pain of losing Liana was still there, but the alcohol had numbed it slightly.

As a dragon, I have a high tolerance for alcohol, and I quickly recovered from my drunken stupor. As I came to, I realised that I had drunk up all the bottles and emptied the jars that my servants had brought in.

I looked around my chamber, feeling a sense of emptiness. The pain of losing Liana was still there, and the alcohol had only numbed it for a brief moment. I knew that I needed to find a way to move on.

As I sat in my chamber, feeling the emptiness of losing Liana, I realized that I needed to find a way to cope with the pain. That’s when I remembered something.

I hurried inside and damaged through the closets. I was looking for something, I had not looked for or touched, in ages.

I pulled out the dusty instruments from the back of my closet, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over me. I chose a middle sized piece of marble and began to carve.

Yes, carving. I always loved carving things when I was little. I remembered, Kiara used to watch me from the behind whenever I sat there carving. I once made a figurine for her. She was the only one who encouraged me with that.

I had to wrap it all up and shove it inside myselves after being caught by my father once. Be despised wasting time when I could better utilise my time training in the fighting grounds.

That was the last time I had seen these instruments while putting them away. I had completely forgotten about these while ruling over as the king.

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At first, my movements were hesitant and uncertain, as it had been so long since I had carved anything. But as I got into the rhythm of it, I found myself becoming more engrossed in the job. The sound of the chisel against the marble became a soothing rhythm, and I felt my mind clearing.

Step by step, I chipped away at the stone, each strike of the chisel bringing me closer to my vision. It was a slow and painstaking process, but I found that I enjoyed the challenge. I had forgotten how much I loved the feeling of bringing something beautiful into existence with my own hands.

As I worked, I found that my thoughts were no longer consumed with Liana’s loss. Instead, I was focused solely on the task of bringing her image to life. It was a welcome distraction from the pain that had been weighing me down.