Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

Chapter 2: Blue Monday

Avery

three sausages, As I am awaiting Cassius’s lost to pop up out of the toaster to accompany his huge breakfast of five poached and a pile of bacon, 1 iron an identical shirt to the one Clint had complained about. I know that I ironed his other shirt but I will not go into his room until I have to. All of the guys dragons have one more irritable lately too. Plus, it still freaks me out to see a human and his dragon standing side by side. As If a dragon by itself wasn’t scary enough, you now must contend with his human too. It is why I keep my head down and pray to any good who listens ut I can become invisible long enough to escape this hell.

I remember when I only thought that humans’existed. I was around x years old and lived at the orphanage. Our teacher would read us stories on all sorts of fantastical things, from witches to vampires and dragons, and she would tell us about all the brave souls who would slay them. This one boy named Tim and I would often exclude ourselves from the group and fantasize that we were the valiant slayers. On one such day, I was hiding in the woods walling for Tim to come and slay me. I tripped over my shoelace but when I tried to stand I felt claws tearing my shirt as a huge paw stated to press down on my back. Terrified, I screamed and rolled out from under it as 1 threw dirt at the creature. When I stood, I say glowing silver eyes staring at me from a dark green dragon. It was the size of a small horse, but to the child in me, it was the size of a house. That was the day that I learned that dragons existed and my fear of them began. Now I work for the things that 1 fear the most.

Just my luck, the stupid toast sticks and begins to burn. I turn off the iron and hang up Clint’s shirt before I remake Cassius’s toast. Once I get everything ready, I go back up the five flights of stairs. This palace is massive and far too extravagant for just the few that dwell here. This is yet another dragon trait that I will never understand. They attribute success to opulence and quantity of possessions and yes, servants like myself, are considered one of those many possessions.

After using my foot to knock, Clint opens his door. I hold up his freshly ironed shirt. Inspecting every inch, he looks it over. “This will do but do it right the first time,” he grumbles. I bow and quickly leave as he slams the door closed. I know that I did it right the first time, but I also know not to talk back to the Trio.

I tried once a few years ago…

Flashback

to the palace. It was a nice day until I literally ran

bug to

me to the ground as he commanded his brothers, “Hold her, this bitch needs to be reminded of her place.” After he said that, he opened the fly of his pants and proceeded to urinate on me. I

was carried into the barn where was coated in excrement and pig’s blood, Then Cassius had Conner fly me into the woods a few miles from the palace. Conner’s yes

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me, but I had no control over their decision. The brothers view me as their nanny, not as their assistant that is their cook. 1 am mature for my age, but that can’t be why I was chosen. I am thankful for the pay but not the duties. I wish that the nobles would have chosen someone else, but I also would have been too afraid not

not be to his liking. A clawed deep red hand knocks the tray and its contents to the floor. “Clean it up,” he commands as he lifts up his right foot and kicks me

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his pissy dragon. Fuck my luck! Will