Chapter 35 - Permission

Francis woke up to a field. He was perplexed by the sudden change of environment. He recalled being on the island carrying two swords while a voice kept screaming at him to kill the dragon king. For some reason, he had a feeling that Alexander was the one he was asked to kill.

"You are an awake boy," he had and turned his head to the side. The dragon was laying down on the field.

"You are here, did you save me from the island?" he asked.

"No my boy, you are currently asleep. It was the only way I could talk to you," he informed.

"Tell me, do you know where Alexander is?" he asked the dragon.

"The place where he first met you. He is not doing well, you should help him," the dragon said and vanished. He opened his eyes at the island, he felt relieved that he at least knew where the prince was. The only problem was to find a way to leave the island.

He took a walk through the island feeling giddy all over his body. The island was full of dead souls who tried to grab a hold of him as he walked past them. He avoided getting in touch with any soul as his father had taught him that new ghosts can possess a human and make him do their bidding.

"Help me," he heard a small almost non-existent cry for help. He stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and followed the voice back to the stones. He looked around while standing at the center of the stones. He couldn't see anything or anyone but he could hear the voice.

"Where are you?" he asked shouting for the person in need to hear him and tell him where he was.

"Down here," the voice said and he looked down. He strained his eyes to see the source of the voice but there was nothing.

"I can't see anything," he said.

"Keep your hand on the ground," he heard and did so. His instincts were telling him that whatever it was that was talking to him was good for him. He felt something climb onto his hand but he couldn't see anything there.

"What are you?"

"A night whisperer," the small voice replied.

"Now tell me where would you like to go. I can control the four powers of telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, and time. I work at a price and I name the price as we go," he said and Francis listened with surprise. He didn't even ask for his services and yet he was being given the terms of service.

"Why are you invincible and small. And why me ?" he asked it.

" I am a night whisperer and the reason for choosing you is because of who you are. You have the power to get me what I want. And I am female," she said to him.

"Good to know," Francis said. He told the whispered where he wanted to go and when he opened his eyes he was by the lake. He searched for the prince and found him sitting by the water. "You can do this Francis. Just go over and talk to him," he said to himself.

"Did the two of you fight?" the whisperer asked.

"Yes, the last time we talked I argued with him and now his father is dead and there is so much depending on him. I don't know what to do, should I start with an apology or condolences," he said confused.

"Is he your partner?" she asked and he nodded his head. "Then neither, try something different. How about raising his body temperature and his mood," she suggested.

"How?" he asked her.

"You could...." he whispered his suggestion in his ear. Francis's face went red from the embarrassment of what he was being asked to do. "Go," the whisperer nudged him.

"But I don't know how to do that," he said to her.

"Okay. I will guide you," she told him.

"Does that mean that you will be watching everything?"

"No, I will guide you with my eyes closed. I have the power to read your mind so I will be able to help you," she said in her small voice and pushed Francis to Alexander.

Alexander looked up surprised to see Francis by his side. "You. Why are you here?" he questioned him. Francis stood by nervously and he looked down at his hands. They were shaking, his whole body was too. He tried to compose himself by holding his hand into a fist.

"Do you have a fever?" Alexander asked noticing him shaking.

'Yeah Francis, you are kind of ruining the mood,' the whisperer whispered in his ear.

He took a seat next to Alexander, he turned and leaned close to him with his lips almost brushing Alexander's lips. He kissed his cheek and ran away from there.

'You are hopeless, you were supposed to make out with him and eventually have the ultimate. But you couldn't even kiss him. Hopeless," she said disappointed.

"I tried to but I already told that I have zero experience with this. I can't initiate that which you are asking me to do."

"You can't even say the word. A teenage girl is worse than you are," she said to him.

"I tried but I'm too afraid to..."

"Afraid to what?"Alexander asked him having witnessed him talk to himself.

Francis closed his eyes and held his breath after being caught red-handed He didn't dare turn around to meet Alexander's eyes. Alex took a few steps and embraced Francis from the back.

" Are you nervous?" he asked him and he nodded. "Then don't push yourself, I am willing to wait until you are confident about it," he said to him.

"Are you sure? I can..."

"I am sure. We should go back home now, there is a lot of things we need to take care of," he said and together they rode back to the palace.

Francis enjoyed the ride back home feeling happy that Alexander was no longer mad at him for the things that he had said before. He felt so happy that all the differences were gone even if it took him playing a fool of himself.

"My condolences for your loss Alexander," he said and the Prince stopped the horse.

"What did you call me?" he asked in an ice-cold voice seeming offended by him.

"Alexander. That is your name right?" he asked wondering why he was reacting so strangely.

"Is that what you are going to call your husband. I don't like it, call me something else. Something more intimate," he requested.

Francis thought about fit for a minute. "How about Dragon king?" he asked.

"No," Alexander refused afraid that just by the mere mention of that name that Francis would try to kill him.

"How about I call you prince," he suggested but Alexander just sighed.

"How about you call me baby," he said sweetly next to his ear. "If you call me that then my heart will be contented."

Francis felt goosebumps all over his body while listening to him, his hot breath hitting his skin made him tingle with desire.

"Since I make you feel so good just by talking to you, you can do me this much. C you not?" he asked him. Francis nodded in agreement. "I am afraid I didn't hear you," he said.

"Yes, b..baby," he said and looked down out of embarrassment, his face was crimson red.

Alexander and Francis arrived back in Arimelari in the evening, the sun was just about to set. Alexander felt very good to have had the chance to bond a little with Francis. He wished for many days like that one. He was too busy with everything that he didn't notice that he hadn't transformed into a dragon that day.

Malcolm and other servants welcomed them back into the palace. All the princesses in the palace rushed to greet him when he returned.

He ignored every single one of them and treated them indifferently. He walked straight to his room. He ordered for arrangements of his father's funeral and his coronation to be made immediately.

He ordered for the royal treasury to be opened and those who have lost a family member in Arimelari during the last few days to be compensated and taken care of.

When he was done handing out work to his council he went to see his mother. He found her asleep from the sleeping syrup the doctor had given her.

"Alex," he heard Olivia call out and then heard her footsteps as she stepped into the room." How are you?" she asked him.

"I am fine Olivia, you need not worry about me," he replied in a chilling voice that made her tremble a bit.

"I am your wife. I have the right to worry for you," she said sitting next to him.

"If that is the case then from this day going forward, I prince Alexander of Arimelari hereby release you from your duties as my wife and permit you to divorce me," he announced to her and had it written down in paper and handed it to her.