Medieval prinxeity AU one shot
The prince moved forward on his horse, toward the foreboding fortress. He was only fifteen, but he had enough experience in fighting in the battle like the upcoming one that he no longer got chills. It had become familiar to both he and his stead. The aforementioned German forest horse strode up to the rote iron gates, the smell of burning and blood bringing no deterrence to him. Dismounting swiftly, the prince walked up to the gates, looking for his target. One of the guards questioned why he’d come, the later replying that he was there to see the princess. Both guards nodded to each other and let them in through a side door, pointing him down to the the princess’ court. With a nod and words of thanks, he walked on with his stead, until the side door closed. As soon as it was shut, he was going through a passage way to the court yard, sword out and eyes open. what lied before him was a poor excuse of a beast. The creature was chained with metal that burned their scales and decorated with festering wounds. Their mouth was clamped shut, wings nailed down with iron stakes. The boy would have snarled at the scene, but one look into the mud colored eyes, and the knowledge he couldnt risk loosing his composure slapped him. That could cost him. Flicking his head in one direction to him, the horse went to work getting rid of some of the restraints. The prince trotted cautiously toward the nearest wing, sword sheathed and eye contact unbroken. Careful jiggle, pull, nail one out. Good. After the repetition of this meticulous process, one wing was free, two bound legs visible. An apollogetic look and the rivets were gently twisted out, the searing metal falling to the ground.
Just as the prince goes to release the other side of the dragon, a grunt interjects and a broad sword tries to make a statement out, but is blocked and countered with a scimitar. A push, and broad sword had stepped back enough for a blow to kiss his calves, leaving him on the ground. An adjustment of the prince’s hand and the man began to choke on his own blood. Moving on from the scuffle, he started on the other side. Time raced forward and stood still all at once, anxiously watching while trying to see what happened next sooner. Soon though, booth wings were free. Then, all their legs, tail free as well. all that was left was their maw.
Giving him a boost, prince and horse began to work on the blood rusted muzzle. those bolts took the longest. The horse nickered quite comfort. The prince hummed apollogies and encouragement. One bolt dropped. Then two more. five more. After fifteen bolts dropped to the red flaked dirt, the dragon was fully unchain and unbound. The once glasses-over mud eyes began to blink into vibrant orbs of flame. A choked roar came from the dragons throat, the prince grinning merrily. The three moved toward the gates sluggishly, the prince more concerned with the state of the dragon than quickly opening up the gates. But soon they were there, the horse kicking open the gates, the prince slashing through those that appose their exit, the dragon following behind.
At the days zenith, the small group was as far as possible from the once-cage, resting.
Running a hand through his hair, the teenager approached the dragons,“so, i’m Frederick and my friend and accomplice is Mora,” he gave a slight smile and wave. Mora gave a slight nod to the dragon and went back to grazing. The later, lifted their head shakily, flicked their tough and then within a blink, a ragged boy no older than Frederick was in the dragons place. With out warning he hurtled into Frederick, hugging him as best he can. “Th-thank you. So very much. i am Marcelous, and i am forever in your debt,”
Frederick hugged back, silently swearing to protect his new charge so long as he lived.
He may not have gotten chills from battle, but he did get butterflies from certain hugs.