Chapter 8 (Regis POV): The Reunion
I stood in the strategy chamber , leaning on the desk where I used to plan military campaigns—not dragon hunts.
This wasn't supposed to be my life. I was supposed to be a king, not a dragon-seeking babysitter for idiots and chaos incarnate.
The plan? on paper its simple in real life with a weird team its ... complicated .
→ Travel to Lordor.
→ Find a dragon that may or may not exist anymore.
→ Steal a few drops of rare dragon blood.
→ Boom—Faye's memory comes back.
Except… nothing's ever that simple with this group.
Faye entered first, followed by Hector and Clavis, who looked as grim as always. Good soldiers. Too serious. They might actually snap one day traveling with this circus.
Then, a few minutes later, Bom strolled in like he owned the castle, with Bob casually trailing behind him. Those two were becoming best friends—and wasn't Bob supposed to be my knight?
I rubbed my temples. "So. Welcome. Hope you enjoyed your few days of peace, because tomorrow, we start a brand-new disaster. Destination: Lordor."
Bob clapped excitedly. "WOOHOO! Family trip!"
Bom tilted his head. "Family? I don't remember getting adopted."
Bob grinned. "Easy. Faye's the mom. Regis is the dad. And we're the kids."
Bom burst out laughing. "In that case—I'm the mistress."
"Of who exactly?" Bob smirked. "Faye or Regis? You've kissed both."
They both laughed so hard I thought they were going to pass out. I saw Faye fighting her own smile too, her hand over her mouth.
Meanwhile, Hector and Clavis stood like two statues carved from ice.
I slammed my hand on the table. "Enough! This isn't a vacation! This is dangerous. You two act like children one more time, you're excluded."
Bom lifted a finger dramatically. "Correction: you can't exclude your only hope of finding a dragon."
"And me too," Bob added, smirking. "You know why." He winked at me.
Two Boms. I was starting to realize this is how kingdoms fall. Not by wars. By idiots forming alliances.
I sighed sharply. "Right. Focus. The trip will be long, hard, and most likely lethal. Before we even get to Lordor, we need to cross seven kingdoms. And only one or maybe two are friendly to Regsialand."
Faye raised a brow. "Wait—seven?"
I nodded. "Seven kingdoms between us and Lordor. The first one is the easiest, and that's pushing it."
I unfurled a map on the table and pointed to the northeast border. "Zarethune. Green wilds, dangerous forests, cliffs, rivers, monsters. The capital city is safe, thanks to Queen Zare a powerful strategic and my dear old friend —but outside those walls? Absolute chaos. Bandits roam everywhere. Wolves the size of horses. Some say there are beasts that haven't been named yet."
Bom sat up straighter, intrigued. "Danger, mystery, wild forests? Finally! I was getting bored."
Then he raised his hand. "Do they have chicken there , like here ?"
I ignored that.
its not time for bom stupidness ...
"Queen Zare is a close ally of my family," I explained. "I trust her. But don't expect anyone outside the royal city to care if we live or die."
Bom smirked. "Six travelers. Three knights. One king. One gorgeous, immortal doctor—" He pointed at himself. "—and one pretty monster "
"Pretty monster," Faye interrupted flatly.
Bom's grin widened. "Exactly. That's you. Pretty and monster. Beautiful contradiction."
Faye crossed her arms. "Am I supposed to thank you… or slap you?"
"Why not both?" Bom winked.
I'd had enough. "Enough jokes. Sleep early. Pack well. Weapons. Rations. We leave at sunrise."
Bom leaned back lazily. "What's the name of this charming death trap again?"
"Zarethune," I said, rolling up the map. "First stop on the way to insanity."
And with that, the meeting ended.
Tomorrow, the real madness begins.
I'm afraid of the adventure ? no ! I'm afraid of bom action ? yes !