Sayonara | Dragons Blood, part 7 - Check

After a short break I bring you another shard of my beloved dragon lovestory. Enjoy and... I'll by boring... Leave a comment, I would really love to know if you like it.

Days passed and Ildar didn't appear. Arlene was sad. For the first time in centuries she thought she had found a dragon soul mate but apparently she was wrong.

Dragon lady sighed and lit up a fire in the fireplace. Flames flickered and rose. Her slender fingers touched the dancing flames. So tender was the touch of the fire! She took off her clothes and sat beneath the flames. They caressed her silvering skin. Her silver mane was floating in the hot air. The fire blew her troubles away for a moment and dried few of her tears.

She left the fireplace and went to the bathroom behind her room. Her bath was ready. She dove into hot water. As she was warmed up from the fireplace a bit of water evaporated. She rested for a moment and then a soft knock disturbed her.

"Come in," she almost whispered. Her maid entered the small room.

"Would you like me to wash your hair, my lady?"

"Yes, Sansa, please."

The girl touched her bright mane gently and slowly washed the soot away. Sansa's nimble fingers entangled the silver locks of her lady and Arlene closed her eyes.

"You look sad, Lady Arlene," she remarked.

"I might not be exactly happy," Arlene sighed quietly.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"No, stay. Can you sing?" she asked.

"Not so good as you, my lady."

"That doesn't matter. Sing me a song, please."

Sansa took a deep breath and began to sing. Dragon lady enjoyed the girl's voice, her maid was indeed gifted. She was singing and washing her lady's shoulders and hair. Arlene observed the bubbles on the surface and listened.

She envied her maid a little for the girl could never feel the melancholy of centuries. Then she remembered her night flights and smiled. Flying was worth many inconvenience. Arlene stood up and Sansa handed her a towel.

She couldn't fly that night. The moon was shining brightly and bathed the whole land in its silver; thus, she had to stay in her castle.

"Sansa, can you play checkers?"

"Yes, Lady Arlene, my father taught me."

"Play with me then," the lady bade her.

"But my lady..."

"Oh, come on, Sansa. If I play with a noble lord he wants to marry me, if I play with a noble lady she hates me."

After an awkward moment Sansa sat down and Arlene prepared the game board. She was indeed tired of the endless theatre of the all king's minions, who spent their lives trying to get some of his attention by marrying someone important. Nevertheless; she couldn't pretend to be one of a common people either, she would draw unwanted attention of the Inquisition.

She sighed and moved one of her stones. Sansa pondered for a while and played her move. Both women were taken up by the game when the gasping gardener burst into the room.

"There... There's a crazy man with a spear in a garden. He... He wanted to kill me!"