Dame Dragon

Someone whispered to me that I should linger to see the curious consequences of what I had done, but I was in a hurry to get to Foyle. Moriella is waiting for me there. Well, I hope she is. And even if she isn’t, it won’t be too hard to seduce the lonely poor thing. It’s those whose husbands or fiancés are old who seek comfort in the arms of lovers the most. And this was Moriella’s case.

I turned into a dragon and flew toward the coastal town of Foile. The sensation of someone watching my transformation through the window was far away near Simonetta’s house, and the cold waves were crashing beneath my wings in a matter of minutes. Jokingly, I exhaled a jet of fire directly into the sea. Before it was extinguished, it caught fire right on the water, easily burning the flocks of fish swimming on the surface. So I can make a fire in the sea if I try hard enough.

“Don’t, monsieur,” a mermaid squeaked pitifully from the depths. With a coral comb in her blue curls and blue eyebrows and eyelashes, she looked so pretty that I obeyed her. Maybe I’ll visit her someday at my leisure. But for now, my goal was Foile and Morietta’s father’s fortress. I reached the city in astonishing speed. Yes, it wasn’t far away. It was built on a small island. The sea surrounded it on all sides. There was a long bridge from the land to it, which was used by food carts and mail carriages. All other trade with the city was conducted by sea. The caravels and brigs in the harbor looked like fairy-tale rooks. There are good shipyards, talented craftsmen, and the city itself is beautiful, but I suddenly awoke the devil in me. Why not burn it down? Moriella’s being held prisoner here, and they want to marry someone they don’t love.

The mermaid had already hidden from me in the sea. It was just a glimpse of her tail, as blue as her curls. And I was already flying toward the city. Its pointed turrets and exquisite balustrades did not embarrass me. I breathed fire a couple times, and the fire was so hot that none of the archers on the wall had time to react. The sentry who struck the bells had both hands burned off. And the bell tower itself was on fire. I indifferently watched the fire from above, magically calculating where the fortress I needed was.

“You are an arsonist!” It was a girl shouting from the window, aiming a crossbow at me. Oh, my God! It was her. That’s Moriella. I didn’t get a good look at her last time. She’s much prettier when viewed from the air than when you watch her carriage from the street.

She shot at me, and of course she missed. The dragon was flying too fast. If she had hit, though, her arrow wouldn’t have hurt me much, even if it had been poisoned.

I used magic just in case, and Moriella’s arms ached so much that she dropped the crossbow herself. I can’t fight her! How can you fight a lady, and such a seductive one at that? The prudent beauty immediately moved away from the window when she realized she didn’t have the strength to fight me. The problem was, she had nowhere to retreat to. The fire that had taken over the fortress from the neighboring wings had blocked all the exits. Moriella was trapped, and she wasn’t cursing like a lady, from what I could hear.

It was embarrassing that I’d burned down the whole town before I flew into her window. But what else could I do? That’s just the way it is. The ones I liked best, I courted with passion. And my passion often led to fire.

When she saw the dragon transform into a handsome young man, Moriella lost her self-defense. The arrogance in her violet eyes was replaced by confusion and… by longing. How often I’d seen that amorous expression in the eyes of ladies, but with her, for some reason, it was especially pleasing. I held out my hand to her. And she threw herself at me, not even afraid of what a young man experienced in magic might do to her. And what choice did she have: either burn or fly away with me.

I should have given Rose no choice. Perhaps then she would have been more affectionate. But I was foolish to fall in love for the first time in my life. Moriella, too, was apparently in love for the first time in her life. She was nestled on the back of the dragon that carried her over the northern sea. Salt water splashed in her face and cold winds blew, but she stubbornly clung to the spikes on my back and even felt the sharp scales. Good thing she didn’t think to prick me with pins. Rose would have if she thought I was infringing on her rights. Moriella, oddly enough, now considered her freed, not kidnapped. Her hometown was burning up behind my tail, and the girl even began to hum something about the winds of the sea and the free will. Who will understand these beauties, what they really want? One thing is certain: since I burned down Moriella’s house, I’ll have to find her a place in my Empire. Good for her, because if she stays there, she’ll never grow old. But where I could put her? How to make sure the locals don’t abuse her. Shall I give to Percy as a wife? He’d be so pleased! I don’t think so. He’s used to being free and having affairs with everyone. We could get Vincent out of exile and force a wife on him. If you give her a good dowry, he’ll be delighted. The main thing is to divide the dowry into two parts, so that when he drinks his dowry, Moriella will at least have money left over for a family life.

But it’s too early to think about that. We’ve got a whole voluptuous night ahead of us. Only for some reason, instead of a luxurious palace, I flew to a cemetery. There were no grave fairies. They could get jealous of me and start pinching Moriella until she bled. There was one gorgeous stone tombstone that looked more like a king’s bed, decorated with stone roses. I lowered Moriella onto it, and then I landed beside it and took on a beautiful human form. In the meantime, the beauty was nestled comfortably on the tombstone, straightened her purple velvet dress with silver braid. The agate hoop on her forehead gleamed, a reminder of the spells that witches use to heal girls from unwanted suitors. Apparently, Moriella had traveled to such a witch for a reason. The hoop and the necklace were definitely telling her something. I probably wasn’t an unwanted suitor, so all that jewelry didn’t work on me.

Moriella had apparently undergone some kind of witchcraft ritual, because she felt quite normal in the cemetery. I lay on top of her, undid the silver lacing on her corsage, exposing her plump breasts with pinkish nipples, and the night of lovemaking began. It was business as usual. No words but hot girl whispers about how beautiful I was. And every girl promised me I was the only one she’d ever have. I don’t think any of them will keep that promise. To whom are the pretty girls faithful?

“It is only to those whose embrace they die in.”

I didn’t even look back at the snide remark. I didn’t care what grave spirit said it. The familiar act of love had become more fascinating to me than even magic rituals. And Moriella was suddenly the first person I wanted more than just coitus with. A witch indeed! I leaned over her once more and suddenly felt the skin beneath my hands turn to ash. What’s wrong? Moriella’s pupils rolled back, revealing pure whites. Her lips turned to ashes before my eyes, her cheeks blackened and sunken, her hair scattered into ashes that the wind picked up and swirled around. The body on the tombstone seemed to burn from the inside out. A moment ago it had been young flesh, but now it was a handful of ash. Only the silver jewelry remained untouched by the fire. They gleamed over the ashy wreck of a head. The wind blew, and the ashes were gone. I stood staring at the flat tombstone where Moriella had lain a moment ago. What had happened to her after all? I didn’t set her on fire. She burned from the inside out. Isn’t that what happened to all of them? I’d spend the night with them, and the next morning, they’d burn up. Is that it?

To find out, we have to go back to Simonetta at least. Maybe she’s still alive. Then, of course, I was wrong. And Moriella played her own magic to disastrous results.

“Why do you care so much? Why do you care if you kill them or if they burn themselves?”

I shrugged off the annoying voice and went to check for myself. There were ashes at Simonetta’s house, too, but she was nowhere to be seen. It was useless to question the servants about anything, except to find a spirit witness. Usually they fly around and see everything, but I preferred to find out for myself. All I had to do was strain my secret vision and imagine what had happened in that bedroom a few hours ago. I saw it all at once, as soon as I closed my eyelids. The blond mistress was turning into a figure of ash, and she did not realize what was happening to her. Her body was bursting into ash piece by piece. And the fire was burning inside. The fire had gotten into her with the dragon seed.

You don’t have to check any further. I was sure that all my lovers had been subjected to the same deplorable story. So I can’t be with mortal women anymore. So that was the end of the fun! The fairies seemed different, so I’ll concentrate my interest on them.

It’s a pity it doesn’t make up for what I’ve done. I liked Simonetta when she was alive. Now all I could do was put her ashes in an urn.

I was drawn back to the cemetery where Moriella had died, so I flew there. It’s good to be a dragon. I don’t even need a horse to get around. There were even pegasi waiting in my imperial stables.

Dragon, as it turned out, was difficult to be only when it came to love. Especially love for mortals.

How right was the young man who had advised me to buy an urn for Lisette’s ashes. By the way, how could he have known before I did? He was lucky I wasn’t in his way right now, or I’d have had my claws at his throat. I wanted to take it out on someone. That’s when I sought solitude in cemeteries. If you’re feeling down and dreary, it’s better to wander among the graves. Of course, only if you don’t meet there angry and very attractive grave fairies, who always wear black, have an earthy complexion and, alas, are partially rotting. But this does not diminish their beauty.

There were pixies dancing on the graves in the cemetery. I looked at the beautiful portrait carved on one of the headstones. What if she were alive? The dead woman herself must have long since decomposed in the ground. If the body hadn’t rotted away entirely, I could pick her up and rebuild her, but would it be worth it? I’d been wrong once before. That girl was almost intact, but the disease had left its marks on the resurrected body. They would have passed with time, a small dose of dragon fire was enough to banish death and any disease, but hopeless love was too serious an opponent even for magic. Orissa died in agony. The girl lying there under the cedar reminded me of both her and Rose. Dark-haired, very delicate, according to the inscription on her tombstone, she had died on her seventeenth birthday. I didn’t even wonder what it was from. Was it murder or suicide? Was it accident or disease? People die anyway. The strange thing was that the sturdy cedar above the grave had stopped bearing fruit, there were no cones, no nuts, not even squirrels nearby. And the image on the tombstone seemed so spiritualized, almost heavenly. I couldn’t stop looking at it for hours.

What if I took a chance and made a mate out of ashes? If it failed, Henri would rejoice, thinking that I had finally been justly avenged. It would really hurt to lose her if I created her for a short time, or even a century, and then lost her.

For a moment I imagined that in this grave beneath the loose earth lay Rose in a slightly rotten red dress. Just a vision!

Rose herself is sitting at home in Black Magnolia Manor, plotting against her former spouse, that is, me. And I have to find something to do to relieve my loneliness. I’ve decided I will not look at mortal women from now on. My sympathy for them ends too badly. I’d rather concentrate on magical creatures. Besides, there are plenty of them in my Empire.

Peri from the candelabrum

Someone called me from the attic. Who could have taken up residence up there? Certainly it was not a dragon. The voice was definitely gentle. Some fairy locked up while cleaning? As I made my way upstairs, the voice didn’t call out again, and it still felt like there was someone languishing upstairs in the attic. A silent call can be very powerful, too. I could feel it. Only there was no one in the attic. There was no movement behind the door, not a single breath. I opened the old door anyway. Why was it locked in the first place? There’s nothing valuable in the attic that’s worth keeping under lock and key. It’s dusty and cramped. There were only a few chests of junk, and a few unnecessary things: broken clocks, drinking vessels, amphorae, and a rather nice candelabrum. I didn’t remember it. Where had it come from? As I looked at it, candles flickered in the wells. There were nine exactly. A silvery smoke drifted from the yellowish flame.

“Greetings to you, sir,” whispered the melodious voices.

“How good it is that you finally let us out!”

“We waited so long for you to notice us and set us free!”

“We were so eager to serve you and fulfill all your wishes!”

“You are probably tired of everyone around you being unworthy and not knowing how to serve you, but we will fix that!”

“Just tell us what you want!”

The mellifluous speeches caressed the ear. It was easy to fall asleep right there on the stairs. It sounded like the chorus of fairy genies I’d suddenly released from the lamp. Only the voices were female! Were there seven or nine of them? Was it maybe more? They whispered in different tones, but the creatures themselves were not visible. Were they too modest to appear before the Emperor’s eyes? Or are they too ugly? If they were really genies, they could be either beautiful or ugly. Well, let them fly around the castle. I’m sure they won’t hurt me. It would have been better to read some short spell and chase them away right away, but I didn’t bother. As it turned out later, I was cruelly mistaken. One should always be more cautious.

The spirits released from the candelabrum turned out to be very feminine and quite sneaky. They were nine peri. That’s the name given to female genies. They’re also known as good. I wouldn’t go so far as to say the latter. But the peri were really beautiful in such a way that they reminded of paradise and at first they were able to give their arrival a truly heavenly pleasure.

I began to wake up in the middle of the night from their quick caresses. The Oriental enchantresses were very skillful and sophisticated. They came one by one, as if growing out of the shadows at my bedside. Sleep fell from my eyelashes from their quick kisses, from the touch of their fingers unbuttoning my clothes. I usually slept without undressing, but they whispered to me that my body was too beautiful to hide it under clothes. They were surprisingly not burned by my lips, or my saliva, or even my seed. Not one of them got burned. And I suddenly had many nights of pleasure at once. And I knew the pleasure of having my own little harem.

At first, the peri came one by one. Then one day they all came together. That time they even fought over the right to get into my bed. I had to blow fire, the jet of which flew nimbly into the fireplace without hitting any of them, to calm them down. That brought them to their senses a little. In the firelight I could finally make out how good and unusual they were. They were in light oriental robes. And faces were like lovely dolls. Their jewelry tinkled with magic, their eyes were enchanted, and in every black heart there was a strong attraction to me. They’d tear anyone else alive, but the dragon in me impressed them.

“Where did you come from?” I asked them for fun. I wondered what they’d say. Would they lie or admit where their hideout was?

The answer was expected.

They came from the candelabrum.

That’s what I suspected, so I just hummed understandingly. Soft fingers were already caressing my face, nine pairs of lips whispering sweetly to me:

“You let us out of the place where your serwant Vincent locked us up before the imperial wedding. He’s not a good man. He didn’t want us to do our duty to you.”

“Was it your duty to me?” That’s where I was surprised. I didn’t remember them being among my subjects. Though if you consider them a gift…

“To give you the pleasures of the night,” they said in chorus. “That is our duty to the lord who owns the candelabrum, and with it all of us.”

“And did you do that duty to Vincent?”

“He was not our master, we owned him. Foolish boy! Pleasures are for masters only,” the red-haired peri reached for me. She was the most beautiful among the temptresses, and I almost obeyed her again. I wanted her caresses again and again. She was amazingly good.

“By the way, officially you are not married,” she reminded me, “do you want to establish harem laws here? We will be your first and best wives, and fairies second, mermaids third.”

She had it all mapped out. I felt cornered. It’s not nice to be pushed around, even by a pretty girl like them.

“It’s a good thing you kicked Vincent out,” another peri, a blonde with blue eyes, said. “He was harassing us and even locked us up.”

I’m sure he must have thought they were harassing him. But I agreed that he was an obnoxious type. After all, he’d betrayed me, his patron, to run off with my own wife. A flutter of a lady’s skirt and even the closest of friendships came apart at the seams.

So I unlocked the door and thus freed them all. As soon as the room was open they all flew out of the candelabrum. I didn’t even have to cast any spells. The Peri slipped into my life and naturally settled into the bedchamber. It was charming at first. But then I began to understand Vincent’s desire to get rid of them. The Peri were very intrusive friends. And their caresses became tiresome.

They even began to tell me what to do. At first it was just whispers in my ear, but the more they began to sound like commands.

“Fly for the treasure!”

“Catch that winged rogue who almost burned down the castle the other day!”

“How come you haven’t skinned him and melted him down for jewelry? I’m sure his scales are silver. They could be gold too. And eyes like sapphires. Pluck them out and have the Zwergs make us earrings out of them.

“How could you not catch him yet! Aren’t you the most powerful dragon around?”

“You have to catch him!”

“I know!” I thumped my fist lightly on the table, sending sparks flying, silencing all the peri for a moment. But it was only for a moment. They quickly came to their senses and continued.

“Bring us the jewels that your claws have torn from the necks of mortal women!”

“Amuse us with magic!”

“Show us various magic mysteries!”

“Give us rubies and diamonds to adorn our outfits!”

“Bring us magic spinners! We’ll need veils and robes made of their golden yarn, since we are now concubines of the Emperor himself!”

“And invite the musician spirits to tune our tambourines and tighten the skin on our drums!”

“Roast some dwarves on your dragon fire! We want to see how you deal with lazy people!”

“Rip the earrings out of the ladies’ ears!”

“Ride us on the back of a dragon in flight!”

I indulged Rose in these little things, but they all tired me out at once. So I decided to lock them up again. But it’s okay to let them out once in a while. After all, they’re good at pleasing their masters.

Unlike Vincent, who, I realized, had unleashed them too much, I instantly put the peri in order by locking them back in the candelabrum. It was just after dinner, where they were noisily musing and humming to me about what I would have to do for them in the next century. I snapped my fingers, and the bewildered faces of the beauties turned into silvery smoke, which flew back into the holes of the candelabrum that had miraculously appeared on the table in front of me. I took it in my hand and carried it up to the attic myself. Concerned whispers came from the wells.

“What had we done to anger him?”

“Everything seemed to be going so well!”

“We were friends with him! And suddenly it was a betrayal!”

“He was fed up with us!”

“We sang too much!”

“We loved him too much!”

“It’s your fault!”

“No, it’s your fault!”

“Shut up, everyone! He’s a dragon! He could burn us all!” said the most judicious voice at the end. Peri whispered, hoping I wouldn’t hear, but I did, and, frankly, I felt an increasing urge to throw the candelabrum into the fire. Only it probably wouldn’t burn. Let it grow cobwebs in the attic. I’ll have to lock the door like before. It’s a good thing it’s protected by magic. The company of the peri is proving tiresome.

“I have matters of state to think about,” I whispered politely, locking the candelabrum in the attic. “You have distracted me too long. And the problems of the empire do not wait.”

I’d forgotten that there was another dragon flying around, and we were lucky it didn’t swoop down on us while we were enjoying ourselves and burn the castle down.