This was it. I was about to enter a throne room as a Nyte Rider Princess on her dragon. "Here we go Cy," My voice seems tiny as he moves forward, not making a sound. Our minds link and I can feel the humane side of me fade away like cockroaches in the light. That's a scary sight though, this was more- normal. With our linked minds we began conversing about this royal visitor.
'If he's from Bronzehelm I'm not worried, the royalty there is all red-headed, right? No way I'm putting us up with a ginger. Isn't the prince like thirty anyway?' I ask Cyrin.
'Thirty? I thought he was three. In fact, I know he is about five now. His parents tried to force me to hatch for them while the Duchess was pregnant. That kid isn't even a real prince," He points out.
'WHAT!? I spent all this time preparing to meet a five year old. Stop joking Cy. It isn't funny."
In seconds the doors opened and we stepped in. Our eyes were pure silver, and looked a bit scary on our human half. As a team, a couple, moreso as one, we moved forward until finally ending in a large opening between the King and Queen's thrones. Again the doors opened, this time we saw a five year old boy come in holding the hand of his mother. Our eyes narrowed. This isn't what we came for.
Our human half cursed and our dragon half stood. None of it was respectful, and the open ceiling of the summer throne room made a perfect opening for our escape. We flew out, above the kingdom, sharing thoughts. Spins, swirls, twirls, and spirals were constantly used for amusement. What were we but a solid leader.
Suddenly a glint of scales flashed in our eyes. We dove down, turning sharply until we found ourselves eye to eye with another dragon. On her back was a Rider- was it possible? There had only ever been one Rider at a time before. They even seemed about our age. In a flash we followed them, being equally as good.
"All we have left in this world,
all we have is each other."