His Dream — Typhon's POV
"My Lord, your father is calling you to the Assembly Hall," the servant informed me, bowing slightly.
"Alright. But before that… I want to visit the place where Chrysantha is training with my other swords," I replied, standing up.
I made my way toward the waterfall—a secluded haven where time often seemed to pause. The air shimmered with the misty spray of crashing water. But even nature's wonder paled in comparison to the sight before me.
There she was.
Kneeling at the edge of the water, washing the blood-stained hem of her cloak, Chrysantha looked like a divine illusion carved from stardust and sorrow. The falls roared behind her, cascading endlessly against the stone, but I could only hear my heartbeat.
Her clothes were soaked, clinging to her like a second skin. Through the wet fabric, I could see the sculpted lines of her strength—every muscle, every scar, every story her body held. Her bare feet, stained red, looked as though she'd crushed ripe cherries under them. Her hands—veined and powerful—seemed capable of crushing bones, yet I'd surrender to them without a fight. Even death would feel sweet if it came from her touch.
Her white-silver hair flowed with the wind, dancing like moonlight across the surface of the water. And her eyes—those icy blue, piercing eyes—held enough cold fire to freeze a god's breath. I could stare into them for eternity and still crave more.
How foolish the others were to reject her—just because she's half-dragon, half-sword. They didn't deserve her.
Good.
Because now… she's mine.
I turned to my attendant."Tell them I'll be at the Assembly in half an hour," I said. "I have something to take care of first."
I couldn't resist the urge to tease her a little.
With quiet steps, I made my way toward the waterfall lake. As soon as I reached the edge, she noticed me—and in a flustered panic, she sank herself deeper into the water.
"M-My… Lord…" she stammered, her cheeks now painted a deep shade of crimson.
"Come out of the water," I said gently, though my voice carried the weight of command. "Why did you even throw yourself in?"
She hesitated, but she had no choice. Slowly, she rose from the water, droplets cascading from her soaked clothes like falling stars.
"Come closer," I said softly. "You know I can't come into the water."
Reluctantly, she stepped forward. Now, she stood so close I could smell the faint, otherworldly fragrance that lingered on her skin—somewhere between wildflowers and ancient steel.
I reached up and gently took her hand, the one she was using to cover her left eye—the cursed one.
"You don't need to hide that from me," I whispered. "I'm not like the others. But listen… never go out without covering it. If they find out about your eye, they won't just exile you—they'll tear you from this realm entirely."
She looked down, her face tense with shame and worry.
I brushed aside her damp silver fringes, revealing the eye fully—red, glowing faintly with dangerous power. It was terrifying to others… but not to me. To me, it was beautiful.
"One day," I said, as I took off my relic-white robe and draped it gently over her shoulders, "when I become King… I'll burn those old rules to ash."
She clutched the robe to her chest.
"Hold onto it. I'll come tonight. There's something I need to talk to you about. I've sensed something… wrong. I want your thoughts before I make a move."
She nodded, worry still shadowing her face.
Before turning away, I bent down and placed a kiss over her cursed eye—a vow and a comfort in one.
Then I left her standing there, cloaked in white, as I made my way toward the Assembly Hall.