Secret Son of The Dragon Lord

CHAPTER ONE

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Samantha pov.

The view from outside my window was beautiful. Green rolling hills and bright blue skies, I was lucky to live in one of the most beautiful parts of the palace and kingdoms.

I had enough to eat every day, and the best that life could have to offer. Life is beautiful and sweet and fulfilling.

But it came at a cost. I felt my stomach twist nausea rolling waves through my body, I sat down on my bed, sinking into the soft, plush fabric.

Every time I tried to distance myself from the upcoming horror I was sucked right back in. Every time I try to calm my racing heart, the steady beating rose again, threatening to consume me.

I took a shuddering breath and felt it, blow out against my hands. I was painfully aware, in this moment of just how fragile I was.

How easily broken.

I shuddered and tried not to think about it too long or too hard, I still have preparation to make. I still had to get ready for my torturous journey.

With trembling leg, I made my way to the bath chamber that was attached to my room, I could have asked for a servant to accomplish me and bath me, but right now I crave a moment of privacy.

I knew that I would not have many of those left, Stripping of my dress and my under robe, I set them gently to one side, I let my hands linger over the cloth for a moment, before turning away.

I'd be bringing my finger robe with me, but I wasn't sure how long they would last. The anxiety was twisting in my stomach was stronger the more I thought about it.

Everything was happening so fast and it was starting to exhaust me, I had known it would be scary, I had known it would be hard. But I had not prepared for this. It was very foolish of me, but I still have a lot to learn.

It's overwhelming.

I shook it off and stepped into the water. It was still hot having been freshly drawn for me and I sank into the warm bubbles

For a moment I shut my eyes and tried to pretend that everything was as it used to be. For a moment I pretended that I'd get out of the bathroom and go to dinner with my father.

I'd discuss my duties for the following day and then we'd have a light-hearted conversation. Then I'd retire to my bed-chamber, focus on my lesson and some light reading for bed.

I wanted to pretend, I wanted to bury myself In the life I had l lived so far.

I didn't want to think about the future. But think about the future I have ahead of me.

I washed every inch of my skin scrubbing it until it was clean, I rinsed off the bubbles and use every sweet scent soap that I had. I lingered in the bath until the water had gone cold to the touch.

I lingered until I could linger no longer.

Then I stepped out and dried myself grabbing the perfume and lotions that had been provided. I rubbed them into my skin before picking out the robe I'd set aside for today.

Deep inky blue, it was soft and smooth in my hands. I put on my underclothes before sliding into the fabric, each item of clothing that I was bringing was an item I could get into myself.

I left the more challenging dresses behind. I wasn't going to have help anymore, and I needed to prepare.

"Remember the kingdom....Samantha... remember the people".

I swallowed nausea and went to my mirror. I barely recognize the person staring back at me.

Pale and frightened, I had bags under my eyes that I didn't remember having yesterday.

It was scary how much this was changing me already.

My blonde hair usually bouncy and full of life, lay limp along my shoulder, I'd call Katie to handle that. I didn't have the strength right now.

Besides, it would be nice to have someone to talk to.

Katie had always been more like a friend more than a servant anyways she was a close friend right now.

I stepped out of the bathroom pulling on the rope that rang Katie's bell in the maid quarters, I bit my lips and shifted my weight. I was nervous.

I made my way to my bedside table and picked up the necklace that I inherited when my mother passed away.

I needed a piece of her with me. Now more than ever, I needed her help and her guidance.