What Your Love Felt Like: The Dragon Saga
Chapter 92 - Draco's POV (With myself)

As I stumbled back into my chambers, the weight of Liana's absence crushed me like a boulder. I tried to keep my composure in front of my subjects, but inside I was torn apart. My breaths came out in ragged gasps, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

I clenched my fists, feeling the familiar sensation of flames building up in my throat. But this time, I couldn't control it. I let out a roar of agony, the sound echoing through the stone walls of my chamber. My rage consumed me, and I smashed the nearest vase with a swipe of my other hand.

The sound of shattering glass brought no satisfaction, however. It only fueled my despair. I roared again, letting the flames erupt from my throat and scorch the nearby furniture. The heat was nothing compared to the inferno raging inside me. Liana was gone. She was not coming back. How could she leave me so soon? We were supposed to get married, I was supposed to proclaim her as my mate, to rule our kingdom side by side. But fate had other plans, cruel and merciless. It tore her away from me, leaving me alone in a world that suddenly seemed empty and meaningless.

I crumpled to the ground, tears streaming down my scaly cheeks. I wanted to scream, to rage against the heavens, to lash out at anything and everything that dared to stand in my way. But there was nothing left to destroy, nothing left to fight for.

I was a dragon without a purpose, a ruler without a mate, a heartbroken creature lost in his own despair. And as I lay there, the flames slowly dying down, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

I lay on the ground, consumed by my grief, a sense of hopelessness washing over me. I couldn't imagine a future without Liana by my side, and the thought of ruling without her seemed unbearable.

Without her laughter, her stupid questions, her annoying antiques and her sunshine.

My claws dug into the floor as I tried to regain control of myself, but the pain was too much to bear. I let out another roar, this one more agonizing than the last, and flames burst from my jaws, engulfing everything in my path. The room was quickly reduced to a smoldering ruin.

I could hear hurried footsteps outside the door. I could hear the worried voices of the guards but they were scared to come in and enquire about the situation.

I realized with a pang of regret that I had let my anger consume me again. I had let my grief turn me into a monster.

But even as the last embers died down, I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness inside me. Liana was still gone, and nothing I did could bring her back. I felt helpless, lost, and alone.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I had truly failed as a dragon, as the ruler of my kingdom, as the mighty dragon lord. My people relied on me to be their leader, their protector, but how could I do that when I couldn't even protect the one I loved most?

I knew then that I had a choice to make. I could let my grief consume me, let it turn me into a shadow of who I once was, or I could try to move forward, honor Liana's memory, and continue ruling my kingdom as best as I could.

It was a difficult decision, but I knew what I had to do. With a heavy heart, I stood up, looking around at the ruins of my chambers. I vowed to myself that I would never let my grief control me again. I would honor Liana's memory by being the best dragon lord I could be, even if it meant carrying the weight of her loss with me for the rest of my days.