Roman closed his eyes tightly for a second, thinking that maybe it was just an hallucination, but when he opened them back up the dragon was still staring at him; after a few seconds she told him to look back towards the Dragon-witch with a small movement of the eyes.

The prince obliged lifting his gaze slowly and finally bringing it back on his healer, only to see him sway slightly as the purple hue that previously surrounded him quickly faded away. Before Roman could even understand what was happening, the guy who helped him was collapsing on the ground.

He shot up, only mildly realising that his side no longer hurt, and tried to get close enough to help him; as soon as he even tried to reach out his hand though, Nyx quickly wrapped her body around her owner, growling protectively and snapping her jaw towards his hand as a warning.

The prince jumped back immediately, falling on his butt and quickly scurrying away. His breath was laboured as he stared the beast in the eyes. The creature gaze quickly left his to focus on his hand, only for a second, before going back where it started. Roman did the same thing, only then realising he was still holding the knife the healer gave him and he had unconsciously tightened his grip around it when the guy fainted.

When he once again looked towards Nyx, she didn't even hesitate before growling, showing her sharp fangs to the prince and huffing out some smoke warningly. Roman's breath hitched for a second at the sight, his mind reeling as panic almost took over him; why wasn't he running? The Dragon-witch was not awake now, he couldn't hold back the beast, if she wanted she could easily kill him. But he couldn't just leave the guy who just saved his life in the middle of the forest with a giant and aggressive lizard when he knew there was a group of skilled and ruthless murderers wondering around there, looking for God-knows-what! If anything was to happen to him, he knew would have never forgiven himself.

So letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he slowly bent down, stopping for only a second when the creature let out another growl; carefully, he set the weapon down before quickly kicking it towards a bush, far away from him.

Nyx tilted her head slightly, seemingly confused by the action, but Roman could still see the diffidence in her eyes as clear as day. He straightened back up, holding his hands up by the side of his face, his palms facing her, leaving his still naked chest completely vulnerable.

"I won't hurt him. I just want to help." He started calmly. "I don't have any weapon on me, and even the one that could actually hurt him is now in that bush over there, where I can't reach it without you noticing it immediately."

He felt stupid talking to an animal as if he could understand him, but what other choice did he have? Plus he saw how the dragon and the guy looked at each other before, he knew they were able to communicated, so who was him to say that she didn't understand what he was telling her?

Slowly he took a step forward, stopping once again when a growl reached his ears; this time though it was more gentle, more like a weak threat than an actual danger. Only when Nyx payed her head down, her eyes still fixed on him, observing his every move, did he resume walking. Once he was in front of the unconscious guy, he slowly got down to his knees, ignoring the dragon's faint growl and that shiver that sent down his spine, knowing that she was just worried. Gently he put his head on his chest, checking if he was breathing and letting out a sigh of relief when he saw he was.

He straightened back up and sat down behind the Dragon-witch's head, gently putting it on his lap, before looking up towards Nyx.

"I think he's okay. Could you maybe, I don't know, lift his legs?" He asked hesitantly. After all he was still talking to a dragon, right?

To his surprise, though, the creature gently nuzzled her snout under his feet and wrapped her whole body around the both them, making Roman immediately tense up, his eyes widening as they met the dragon's gaze.

Nyx rolled her eyes seeing how much of a wuss the guy was being, before pushing him against her using her tail, silently chuckling at the unmanly screech Roman let out.

It took a while, but the prince finally relaxed against her, letting the exhaustion of the day take over and falling asleep, the ambush only a distant memory in his mind.

***

Slowly Virgil regained consciousness, his head pounded painfully and the sun shining directly in his eyes was surely not helping. With a small grand he turned his head the other way, gently nuzzling his face further in the warmth of his pillow.

Immediately his eyes shot open and he quickly sat up, the dizziness that hit him almost making him fall back down if it wasn't for Nyx's tail, holding him ump just in time. He thanked her through the mind-link, holding his head and gently massaging his temples, his eyes fixed on the ground.

After a few second the nausea and the dizziness eventually faded and he finally noticed someone was on the ground right where he was laying only minutes before; slowly his eyes traveled back up form the nice black dress shoes on the ground, to the legs hugged by soft white trouser, up to the strong, toned torso where a thin white scar ran all the way from his left hip to his chest, and finally up to his face.

He felt his cheek heat up as he realised that the "pillow" he thought he was sleeping on was in reality the prince he saved the day before.

"So... How did Prince Charming feel as a cushion?"

"Oh, shut up."

Hope you guys like it! If everything goes according to plan this shouldn't be a long story, so let's hope for the best!

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Merry belated Christmas everyone!

Bye, Ali c: