Fynn

Holding for CleverDual


A gentle soul since she was young, Fynn is the polar opposite of her mate. In her long days locked up in the palace, she decided to pick up a paintbrush and try to find a hobby to help pass the time. The result was nearly instant - she was a natural at art. But her passion soon was set to the side when her son came along. Gryffin became the centre of hr world, and to this day she will do anything to protect him. Fynn spends most of her time in her art studio, steering clear from Fabian as much as possible.





The young prince stalked down the hall, eyes ablaze. Servants darted out of the way as he went, having heard the murmurs of what happens to those who get in his way. No one was quite sure what he wanted, but the whisper spread like wild fire. ‘The Prince is on the move. It doesn’t look good.‘ Dragons disappeared into the shadows as he marched by, trying as hard as they could to go unnoticed. However, the prince seemed to be on a mission. He didn’t blink when a couple of hatchlings tumbled into his path, nor when a servant dropped a platter in front of him. A very dark look burned in his eyes, causing cold wave of dread to proceed his path.

Bursting into the throne room, his entrance stopped all movement. “Father!“ he roared. “We need to talk!“

The room was dead silent, all eyes on the king. Ender slowly stood and locked eyes with his son, pondering how to respond. Finally, he spoke. “Well?“

A huff from the prince. “Privately?“

“You do not to give me orders. All of you,“ the king gestured at the court, “Stay here. No one leaves.“

I’m murmur ran through the crowd.

“Silence! Sit down! Fabian, come here.“

The prince stalked forwards, his steps the only sound in the room.

“Well?“ Ender repeated. “What are you waiting for?“

“I want a mate.“

“It doesn’t work like that, boy.“

“It did for you.“

Taking a deep breath, the king stayed his temper. It was this moment that the queen chose to glide into the throne room. “Boys? What’s going on?”

“He won’t let me have a mate!”

“He just wants one, like some sort of a pet, not to fall in love!”

“Stop!”

A ripple of fear ran through the court. No one would dare disobey the queen, especially when she was in a foul temper.

“Fabian, you want a mate?”

“Yes mother.“

“Why?“

“I need a queen.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Well, you are not a king as of yet. However, I can see no reason why we should not to grant your wish.” The cunning dragon turned to her mate, a triumphant smile on her face. “Ender? It is up to you, my dearest. After all, you are the king. Shall we indulge our son?”

Even the king would not refuse her, and she knew it. “… Of course, my love. Whatever you like.“

“Then it’s settled. Fabian, you may have the pick of anyone in the clan.“

A smug look settled on Fabian’s face, and he flashed a grin at his father. “Perfect.“


Fynn sighed as she walked down the corridor, limbs heavy with exhaustion. The housekeeper worked the maids relentlessly, and this week had been no exception. She had spent most of the day in the kitchens, maintaining the fire during this frigid morning. At the time, it has sounded enjoyable… It wasn’t. Even though building the fires around the castle was draining, it was much better than fanning flames in the kitchen. She gently knocked on the door of the prince’s suite, praying to whichever diety would listen that he wouldn’t be there.

He was.

“Come in, if you must.” His voice lazily drifted out of the room. The young made cautiously turned the handle and stepped through the door. She had always hated this suite, Ever since she had first arrived at the palace. It was dark, the walls were black, and the floor was a cold grey stone. The only colour in the room was the blood red curtains that prevented the light from seeping through the windows. How the prince did not go insane living there, she had no idea. But no one dared to ask.

The prince was reclined on a chaise, eyes locked on Fynn. “What do you want?” His voice was cold, and sent shivers down her spine.

“I… I… I…“

“Well?“

Fynn flushed pink in embarrassment. “I’m here to build you a fire, sir.“ Her voice was timid, like she was much, much smaller than Fabian.

“Fine. Get on with it.“

Fynn nodded, curtsied, and turned to the hearth. As she worked, she was aware of the prince’s gaze on her. There was something about the look in his eyes that freaked her out. A dark light was burning in his case, which made Fynn desperate to get out of the room. As she finished lighting the fire, she moved to leave the suite.

“Wait. Stop.“

She turned slowly, dread flooding her spine. “Yes, sir?”

“Don’t leave just yet.“

“… Oh? Is there something else I can do for you?“

“Yes, in fact there is.“

Another moment passed in silence, and Fynn finally broke it. “Are you going to tell me, sir?“

The prince stood and walked to the window, peering over the kingdom. “I’ve been watching you, you know. For quite a long while, I started when you arrived here.“

Fynn shifted uncomfortably.

“I have seen a lot of things I like. You are quiet, you obey orders, you don’t fight those over you. Not to mention how you are quite easy on the eyes. In short, I have been permitted to choose a mate. I believe now that I have found one.“

“A...are you asking me to...to be your...mate?”

Fabian turned, a sneer on his lips. “No. I am ordering you to be my mate.“


The ceremony had been quiet. Just the royal family, along with Fynn’s only friend in the clan (a young dragon named Avaymis). After they had been declared mates, Fabian handed his bride a necklace.

“This matches mine.“ He gestured to the pendant that he had worn since hatching. “It will…keep you in line.“

“…how?”

“Don’t test it. It is best if you never need to experience that. Now come, my pet, we must leave.“

Fynn sighed as she was lead from the ceremony. Her fate was sealed…now all she could hope was that her position would somehow help the clan.

Somehow.





Fynn took a deep breath, wishing she didn’t have to walk through the door before her. The past few months had been difficult, but she was terrified as to how he would react when she broke the news. As she walked through the door, her meat sighed from his seat.

“You know, I really hate kingly duties. They are horribly boring.”

Fynn closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Fabian, can we talk?”

“When have we ever needed to talk?” The king glanced at his mate, attention still on his work.

“Now. Trust me, you’ll want to hear this.”

“Whatever.”

“Fabian, we are going to have a hatchling.”

“...excuse me?”

“We...we have a nest. One egg.” Fynn bit her lip, unsure as to how he would react.

There was a pause, and then Fabian continued with his work, acting as though he hadn’t heard anything.

“Fabian, did you-“

“Yes. Why should I care?”

“Why should you...are you kidding me? This is our son or daughter!”

“And you will deal with it. I don’t want to even see the thing. Just make sure you are still available whenever I want you around.”

Fynn ducked her head, dropping a quick curtsy and fleeing the suite. Her eyes filled with tears as she ran, the last hope she had been holding on to torn away.


A pair of deep purple eyes blinked up from the shell, taking in its mother. Fynn gasped and scooped the tiny dragon into her arms.

“Hello little one. Welcome to your new home. I promise I’ll protect you, Gryffin. I promise I’ll keep you safe.”