Anger extinguished from the man's eyes who were teased by Cedric. In reality, he should be the one who was supposed to get utmost respect from Cedric.

The sky roared into a howling cry again. The place over Norset Cemetery became brightening again. The lightening gave enough brightness for Cedric to look into the man's glaring eyes. So many years had passed yet he had the same feeling of hatred for him.

The man in raincoat finally spoke using his own powerful, authorative voice,

" I am the lord here! "

His response only brought grin on Cedric's face. Cedric replied shaking his head dramatically as if he had heard any funny joke,

" Your old age really killed your rational thoughts."

The man's anger rose again. Stumbling on his feet, he rebuked trying to prove himself strong,

" You think that you are the legit heir for my throne? Shame on you! It was never yours and never be yours because I am going to take back what is mine."

Cedric's eyes darkened in anger. His eyes amusingly observed the man who dared to stab him back yet acted so powerful. With another mysterious chuckle coming out from his lips, Cedric questioned approaching him through the thick layers of raindrops,

" You think that you are worthy of fighting with me?"

The man sneered arching his feet around to fix over the ground,

" Try me!! "

From upstairs, Ayra had come across the fully open window to look down over the space of cemetery. Her skin was still tingling for the sensation that she felt earlier. Her ears were still reverberating at the sound of him sucking on his skin. Though he was using his tongue over her scar only, her body was having the sensation of having his tongue everywhere. Her thoughts were shameful yet sensual at the same time.

Pinching on her palm, she peeked her head down to see the row of graves. Her eyes stopped bewildering when she spotted two vague figures standing in the middle. Wanted to go over there, Ayra almost turned around but was reminded of Cedric's earlier warning again. She had no choice but to stay over there to quiest her curiosity.

The air thickened around Cedric when he heard his open challenge. Letting out a devilish laughter, Cedric asked back wiggling his sharp sword like eyebrows playfully,

" So is that the reason behind your appearance? You want to reclaim my throne after killing my wolves? "

The man didn't respond to him straightforwardly. He chose to twist his answer and growled back in an attempt of transforming himself into a dragon,

" The throne doesn't belong to you."

Cedric chuckled rolling his sleeves up and replied connecting his dark gaze with the man,

" Unfortunately I have the blood of Dixon Clan in my veins. I can't do anything about that. Would you care to tell me why and how are you using this dead wolves to kill some innocent ones?"

The man ended up giving no answer to Cedric. His mouth extinguished fire balls as he roared letting out an animalistic snarl of dragon. His snarl even shuddered Ayra who was watching their fight from upstairs. Her stomach knotted in anticipation and the thought of Cedric being hurt by someone deeply bothered her.

Does this how marriage work? Nothing stays the same after marriage!

Cautious about his next attack, Cedric prepared himself mentally but took no position like him. As the man raised his leg up to punch on his chest, Cedric simply dodged his attack playfully. Another attempt of hurting on his stomach came afterwards but once again, Cedric skipped his attack and jumped on the other side. His lips were smiling playfully as if he was enjoying this mouse-cat play.

The man's face clouded more in rage. Cedric didn't fight back and simply played with his moves even though he was using his more efficient skills.

Ayra watched the scene worryingly. She could say that Cedric didn't fight back against the man. But the man didn't seem like he was going to give up. Each time, Cedric avoided his attacks, the man charged forward more ferociously.

Unable to control her concern, Ayra made her way towards them turning on her vampire motion to minimize the times of her arrival over there.

Downstairs, the man became more and more furious after Cedric's playful nature. With another glutaric growl, his big flappy wings came out from his back and was going to attack Cedric with his dragon shift.

But before his intention could be fulfilled, someone blocked his view before his claws could grip Cedric. Ayra stepped forward and attacked back the man with her own powers. Her voice rang out urgently before pushing the half dragon shaped man with her own powers,

" Stay Back from him! "

Even Cedric wasn't prepared for her arrival. The mysterious man cried out in pain after her attack and flew few meters back peripherally. Cedric chuckled staring down at his furious and worried wife who was born to disobey him in every command.

Didn't he ask her to stay inside?

Ayra breathed in relief once the man had gone few meters away from them. Before she could turn around, her jaw was lifted up by his powerful grip from back.

Facing his dark yet smiling eyes, Ayra heard him asking deeply,

" What have I ordered you, Princess?"

Ayra quivered a little under his light touches. Though his question was threatening, his voice failed to hide the joy that he felt from the core of his heart. His thumb brushed on the corner of her lips, sending sensation to her body and skin.

Ayra's lips parted slightly, replied in a slightly trembling voice,

" But you..you weren't fighting back.."

Cedric chuckled, silently enjoyed the sight of her caring face that she revealed unintentionally,

" Too bad! We don't kill the people from our own clan."

Ayra's eyes flashed in surprisement quickly. Her lips parted open in disbelief as she snapped her head back to stare at the laying figure away from them. Before her questions could come out, Cedric warned in a low, playful voice,

" Count your punishment, Princess. You have disobeyed your king again and.... hurt your so called father-in-law."

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Sorry for late guys! I am actually sweating in tension. I am going to get my exam result today. Pray for me and remember to give your golden tickets.