"Dawn gave birth to twins. Everything was going well, but you two couldn't help showing your magic while growing up. So Ileus had to make you wear those medallions. When you were about to turn seven, Kar'den kidnapped you. He was going to present you to Sedora, but at the last moment, Gayle, along with the help of Og'drath, who was the first wife of Kar'den, freed you from the cell. Og'drath was killed in the process."

Bianca's breath hitched. "I— I remember her. She used to carry a doll in her hand when she would come to give me food. She said, it was her daughter…" Bianca pulled her knees close to her chest and curled her arms on her ankles as if reliving the pain the chains caused during that time.

Brantley got up. His face was contorted with the pain she felt. He straightened her legs and placed them in his lap. Slowly, he massaged her ankles as he stared at them in daze. "I hated to see your little feet bleeding so heavily. The pain was… unbearable."

"Oh Brantley," she whimpered.

"Og'drath had gone insane after her daughter, Dolgra's death. Kar'den had sent her to kill Dawn in Ixoviya, which was a part of Sedora's plan. But Dawn killed her instead. He had sent her against Og'drath's wishes, and the girl… she went to please her father." He shook his head. "That bastard has a harem and many children. Dolgra was the eldest and was the only child of Og'drath. She couldn't bear her daughter's death. Incidentally Og'drath became close to Gayle, and when she came to know that Kar'den had kidnapped you, she couldn't bear it. She wanted Sedora killed and her plan was to set Gayle free."

"Oh!"

He crawled upon her and pushed her to lie on her back. Gently, he pressed his body against her and cradled his head on her breasts. Almost instinctively, she started stroking his hair gently.

"Og'drath somehow sent the message to me. I didn't have the time to let your parents know about my misgivings, so I rushed to save you." His body tensed all over her. "I wish I could save Gayle and that was the plan, but Kar'den came to know about us. He sent his men after Gayle and Og'drath. They both died…"

"In saving me!" A whimper left her again.

Brantley looked up at her. "No Sweetheart, don't blame yourself. I am sure they knew what they were doing while taking the risk. Gayle did it for you. He hated Sedora so much. As for Og'drath, she didn't have anyone to live for. So she saved someone else's daughter." He stroked the white skin of her face.

"I saw the axe in your head. It was gory…"

He smiled and went back to cradle his head on her breasts. His hand cupped the creamy mound in front of him. "I am a dragon rider, sweetheart. Rirsyr flew me away from the kingdom of Zor'gan through the portal I created for entry, in a record time. He took us to Ixoviya where your uncle Caleb healed me. Your parents were called and the rest is history. They took you away while I remained unconscious."

"Why didn't mommy tell me about you? Why did I forget you?" She hated herself for it. She covered her hand over her eyes feeling at loss. "I would have never left you!"

Brantley removed her hand. "They didn't tell you because I asked them to suppress that memory of yours because I never wanted it to rear its ugly head and hinder your growth. They took you to the best doctors and in time, you managed to suppress it."

"Oh my God, Brantley!" she threw her arms around him and pressed him closer to her. "Can I ever repay you?"

"You are my mate sweetheart. You have repaid me million times over by being born for me…" he whispered. He smelled her intoxicating scent. "There's nothing more I ever want." He looked at the Rochnan Mountain outside. "You have brought life to this kingdom. So don't even talk about repayment. You are everything I wanted or wished for… multiplied million times over!" he breathed.

Tears rolled out of her eyes again. He shook his head and wiped them. "You are born for so much more that you need to be stronger." He kissed her lips. "And I am always there for you."

"I love you!" she rasped. She curled her hands around her mate and gazed deep in his eyes.

Entranced by her, he became still, as if he forgot to breathe. She raised her head and kissed his lips. She licked the seam of his lips to gain entry in his mouth. As soon as his lips parted, she plunged her tongue inside as if trying to explore him again. His swollen shaft pressed against her. He pulled away from her kiss and went down to her neck where he nibbled her, leaving a trail of hickeys until he reached her breasts. Her nipples were so puckered that he wrapped his lips around them and suckled them hard until she was moaning for more.

"Right now I want to bury my face into your folds, sweetheart," he hissed in an urgent tone. He slid down further and then went to her crotch. "Spread your legs," he ordered. When she spread them, he parted her wide and pressed her thighs to the bed. With one hand he opened her folds and then licked her from the core to her clit. The sensation was mind shattering. "You need me urgently, don't you sweetheart?"

"Yes!"

Immediately, he pressed his lips to her clit and started sucking it and flicking it savagely.

"Ah!" she arched her back when a wave of orgasm hit her.

He went down to her core and started sucking there while kneading her breasts.

"I need— I need you in—!"

"Say my name, sweetheart!"

"I need you in me, Brantley!"

He inserted his finger inside and she thrashed her head on the pillow.

As he finger-fucked her, he went back to her clit and sucked it.

In and out.

In and out.

She was losing herself. Tension coiled in her belly and moments later she came around his fingers.

He got up, wedged his thighs between hers and said with glossy lips, "Now I am going to take you sweetheart! Don't close your eyes."

She looked at him with dazed expressions, with heavy lidded eyes. Before she could nod, he plunged inside her. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes," he ordered and took his shaft out.

"No, no, I want it back in!"

"Then obey me. Open your eyes."

That was such a punishment, but she opened her eyes to see him. He plunged again and she felt wonderful. This man completed her. He owned her body and soul. He wanted her to obey him and at the same time wanted her to flourish. He was too good to be real. As he thrust inside her, she screamed his name over and over again.

"Who owns you sweetheart?" he asked with every plunge.

When she didn't say anything, he pulled out.

"Don't!" she protested.

"Then answer me!"

"You! You own me!"

Brantley plunged in with force.

"Ah!"

He increased his pace and then his body became tense. A second later he came inside her.

An hour later, they were back to the festivities for Samobian. It was the seventh day.