My name is Desdonna. I am the first Servant of the Crimson King. I am a Dragonborn. We are abominations among dragonkind, hated and despised.

  80% of all Dragonborns come into the world with the inability to use magic. I am one of them. My entire existence is that of a commodity or a shiny toy.

  And for the longest time, I believed I was unlovable and meant to die alone.

  That is until I met Raven. When I was brought to him, I was expecting abuse, but instead he offered me kindness, and because of that kindness, my whole world has become brighter. Right now I am outside in front of the Crimson Forest lake enjoying the pink water.

  My mother is the Prime Water Dragon, and as such, water is my element, and it just feels right to me. I soon return to the temple. As I’m walking, I hear the scampering of Fae Furs; they are gently talking and playing amongst themselves.

  They are cute creatures, and I enjoy watching them. Soon walking inside the temple, I make my way to the nursery. Looking into the room, I hear the cooing of the children inside. Walking over to one of the cribs, I soon pick up my child. Her name is Serenia; she is a Dragonborn like me, and she already has horn nubs developing. They look like they are antler horns like my own, but they are red.

  I give Serenia a kiss, and I let her take hold of my finger. Serenia smiles, and soon I notice something: it’s Mana swirling around her.

  This tells me that Serenia will be able to use magic in the near future, and that brings a smile to my face.

  When I was younger, my siblings would torment and ridicule me since I couldn’t use magic; they often called me a freak of nature, which would always make me cry.

  Despite that my mother would educate me on the ways of the world, she was a good teacher but incredibly strict, but I know now that her strictness was only because she was preparing me for the world.

  I would spend time with Serenia until Sariel came in; I would then hand Serenia to her and give my daughter one final kiss, then leave to continue my walk around the temple.

  I soon made my way to the east wing, home to the Chapel, the Shadow Alter, and the Armory. I soon walked into the Chapel and found Grel speaking with another servant; this one is a human named Yule. She is the second servant, making her my harem sister. She also happens to be a talented mage.

  Grel soon notices me and says

  Grel: Ah, Lady Desdonna, welcome. Have you come to say a prayer to the Dragon Mother?

  Desdonna: Not today, I’m afraid; I’m only going on a walk.

  Grel: Ah, I see. Well, feel free to join our conversation. I was just talking to Lady Yule about Dragon Culture.

  I would silently listen as the two spoke. Yule was impressed by all facets of Dragon culture, and seeing her face light up was really exciting to see.

  Yule: Not even my clan knew these aspects about dragons. Thank you for explaining all this to me, Grel. I really appreciate it.

  Grel: You are certainly welcome, Lady Yule. I do so hope you come again for another delightful chat.

  Yule would smile and then come over to me and ask to come with me to the Consort Tower.

  I agreed I was incredibly tired, and the Consort Tower is a place meant for servants to rest.

  The two of us would make our way to the tower, seeing several Kobolds carrying things through the halls most of the time. The Kobolds would use the tunnels to carry things around without being seen. These tunnels are made purposefully for Kobolds because having them run around like this would be seen as atrocious, mainly by other high-ranking Dragons.

  But knowing Raven, I bet he said it was okay to traverse the halls so long as they don’t cause incidents.

  Soon Yule and I climb the tower steps and come into the recreation room, where we see the two other servants.

  Rosel, a Purple Luck Dragoness dressed in a 16th-century European prostitute-style gown, is currently resting on a lounge couch feasting on grapes from a golden dish being held by a horned Kirin Handmaiden.

  Kirins are dragons that closely resemble unicorns; only they have scales and other dragon features. Kirins are mostly very dainty and meek, but they can fight pretty well when properly trained; otherwise, they mainly work as handmaidens and attendants.

  The other servant in the room is named Jezebella, and she is a mist dragon. She is currently dressed in a silver and white Celtic dress; her scales have a snowflake pattern, and she possesses two short horns with ribbons tied to them.

  Jezebella is currently looking out the window overlooking the nearby human villages.

  Soon Rosel notices the two of us, and she sneers and says

  Rosel: And so they appear, the Abomination and the human trash.

  Jezebella: Rosel, stop; they are our sisters.

  Rosel: Ha, sisters in rank only. Why does someone as illustrious as me have to be with these two peons?

  Yule and I ignore Rosel; she’s like this all the time when Raven isn’t around.

  If you were wondering, Rosel was gifted to Raven in exchange for a hefty sum of gold. Rosel came from a house of low-ranking vassals to a minor noble dragon. If I recall, Rosel’s family was struggling due to bad deals, and they were about to be cut off by their lord upon encountering one of the missionaries. Rosel was sold to Raven for a mountain of gold.

  Ever since Rosel has been a hefty pain, actively despising and complaining about her situation and overall being a huge bitch.

  Yule and I would then take a seat on the couch and begin playing a game of cards like normal. We would wager chocolates.

  Jezebella would soon walk over to the bar and begin to pour herself a drink of wine.

  She would slowly begin to drink it, enjoying the taste, and soon walk to an empty seat and begin to relax.

  Desdonna: So, Jezebella, what did you see out there?

  Jezebella: I saw a group of soldiers on the march. I believe they may be coming here.

  Desdonna: Oh, what makes you say that?

  Jezebella: It’s just a feeling. I’m going to tell Lord Raven in a bit.

  Yule: You really think someone is going to try and attack?

  Jezebella: I’m not sure, but at the same time, my intuition has never led me astray.

  ????: That is why I have come to rely on it.

  The four of us would then look up and see Raven dressed in red and white nobleman attire with some armor plating.

  Raven would smile and walk over and sit beside Jezebella and begin to talk to her about what she saw.

  Yule and I would go back to playing cards, but looking over at Rosel would show that she was absolutely livid that Raven was giving Jezebella so much attention and would pretend to walk out of the room and then pretend to faint. This would cause Raven to rise and turn to Rosel, who obviously was feigning a sickness.

  This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

  Rosel: (Hammy acting) Oh me, oh my, what has befallen me? I feel so faint; it must be my heart. Oh damn, my weak constitution. Oh my lord, please, I need assistance urgently.

  Raven: Are you done yet, Rosel?

  Rosel: (Hammy acting again) Oh my lord, your cruelty wounds me. Please help me up. I need you to take me to my chamber.

  Raven: Rosel, get up; this is immature and ridiculous.

  Rosel would slowly begin to ignore Raven’s words, dead set on being carried to her room by Raven, who would turn to Jezebella, thank her, and leave.

  Rosel would sit straight up and, with blush on her face, growl and would return to her room. The Kirin handmaiden would be the one to say

  Kirin Handmaiden: What a pathetic dragoness.

  This would cause Yule Jezebella and me to laugh. The Kirin Handmaiden would then begin to laugh as well, leaving the room, promising to return with refreshments.

  For the rest of the day, the three of us would relax and socialize within the recreation room, all the while listening to Rosel’s loud and heavy sobs and wails. Eventually, the three of us saw Raven walk up the stairs to Rosel’s room. What proceeded was a pretty heavy and intense intimate moment that would lead to the creation of another dragon; hopefully they won’t end up like their pathetic mother.

  Within twenty minutes, Rosel would come downstairs in another slightly flashier 16th-century European prostitute gown.

  Rosel would then hum a song and take a seat on her usual lounge sofa and begin to hum obnoxiously. Rubbing her stomach, her humming got so annoying Yule and I would return to our rooms. As I entered my room, I would begin to work on the dress I was making. It was nearly complete but needed some more work.

  After hours of sewing, I would stop, content with the work I had done. Soon, the Kirin Handmaiden would come in holding a tray containing my dinner.

  Desdonna: Thank you, my dear. Is it fish liver soup?

  Handmaiden: Yes, milady, just as you like, Lord Raven. Prepared it himself.

  I would let out a satisfied sigh remembering how I was craving fish liver soup during the first week of my stay here. Raven would then travel to the human village to learn how to make it after some criticism from me. Raven had been able to make Fish Liver Soup just how I like it.

  The handmaiden would place the tray on the table by my bed and then bow before leaving. I would walk over to the tray and begin to eat, and the soup was marvelous. I would then notice a cup of mango tea on the tray. Oh my!

  It seems Raven wants to make up for Rosel’s behavior; I’ll have to thank him later.

  Meanwhile with Yule

  After I finish eating, I begin working on a painting I had been preparing for Raven. It’s a mural of Raven atop a cliff gazing out into the distance during sunset. I want to show him my appreciation.

  The sun is currently setting at this time, and glowstone lamps light up the temple. After a while, it gets harder to paint, and I end up getting ready for bed.

  As I lay in my bed, I began to hear chanting. I soon got up and wandered to the window and saw torch lights and a mob coming for the temple. I thought these humans were trying to burn down the forest. This would mean Jezebella was right. Soon there was a knock at the door; it would open to reveal a Drake soldier.

  Drake Soldier: Lady Yule, I need you to come with me. There’s a mob coming towards the temple.

  I nod, and soon hurry with the soldier. Along the way, I see many soldiers preparing for a fight. They are setting up barricades and readying their weapons. Soon the soldier takes me to the chapel. I soon see the other servants there along with the unhatched eggs, the hatchies, handmaidens, and Sariel. Among them is Grel, doing his best to keep everyone calm and helping Sariel and Raven.

  Raven: Yule praise the Mother, you're alright.

  Yule: It’s fine, Raven, but are you going to fight?

  Raven: Yes, don’t worry; from what the scouts have reported, these are a bunch of angry farm boys, but I need you to stay here with the others.

  Yule: Yes, sir.

  Raven would make his way to the entrance, and Grel would use his terramancy to cause an onyx slab to block the door.

  I would soon join Desdonna and Jezebella, who were helping with the Hatchies. Rosel was on the farthest side of the room, looking annoyed and pissed that she was here.

  I’m going to say it. Rosel is a huge bitch, and she deserves to die. As we all hold out in the chapel, we hear a lot of swords clashing and spells being thrown as they make contact with the walls. After two hours of waiting, the onyx slab would lower, revealing Raven without a scratch.

  He would wipe sweat from his brow and say

  Raven: Ok, everyone, we can all go back to normal; they weren’t anything special.

  Yule: Why would a bunch of farmers attack us, though?

  Raven: Well, from what I heard from the Wyverns, they share the same belief as the residents of the Holy Human Empire: we Fae are demons from hell and should be killed. Either way, thanks to Jezebella, we were able to win the day.

  Everyone would begin to cheer and praise Jezebella; only Rosel would be glaring from a distance.

  We would all go back to our day-to-day lives despite the high praise. Jezebella still remained humble and modest; she would even lay a clutch of four eggs.

  This would anger Rosel once again, who only laid a single egg. It became incredibly obvious that Rosel was jealous of Jezebella, and during a rare event where all four Servants got to be alone with Raven, he announced that there would be a new Servant, a runaway slave from the Ferox continent; she was a descendant.

  A descendant is a human who possesses a supernatural ability from one of the 42 gods. Hearing this generally intrigued Desdonna Jezebella and myself, but Rosel would angrily growl and walk back to the temple. This wasn’t unusual, but since Rosel was a luck dragon, she could technically get away with murder.

  I then told Raven to go talk with Rosel, and he did so. Following behind her, the three of us would then walk back to the temple. As we passed through the temple arch, we heard shouting. It was Raven and Rosel; they were having a pretty heated argument. At this point, we were all worried, and so were the soldiers who would go to secure the nursery and hatchery in case Rosel chose to utilize her powers.

  The soldiers would then escort us to the chapel; after some time, the shouting would stop, and Raven would come to us and announce that Rosel had left the temple.

  Raven: Rosel will be leaving to find her own way. She didn’t even bother talking about her egg or hatchies, so I guess we see now how she really feels. I’m going to send the word to other dragon communities to let them know that I’ll be looking for another servant. For now, let’s continue with how we’ve been doing.

  Raven seemed genuinely hurt because he really did care for Rosel, but she really didn’t care for him or anything; she didn’t even care for her Hatchies knowing that Raven was hurt. The three of us would prepare a pork roast feast for him.

  Raven would smile, enjoying the meal, and for the first time in a long time, we would have a good time without Rosel complaining or bitching, so it was bliss.

  POV shift

  A few weeks later

  Jezebella: Come on, little one, you can do it. Come to Mama.

  I held my arms out towards a red and pearl white Hatchie who was sitting two steps away from me. He's my son Jezon. He sits there for a few seconds, not sure what to do, but slowly he gets on his hands and knees and soon pushes himself up onto his feet, claws walking towards me, and I happily cheer for him.

  Soon I catch Jezon in my hands and give him a big hug. Oh, my sweet, sweet Jezon.

  Jezebella: Good job, my little Pearl. You make me so proud.

  My little Pearl would soon begin to squeal happily, and my little Hatchie would begin to whine, and this would cause me to give him a bottle of milk.

  I would cradle my little one as he would slowly suckle on the bottle. This tender moment brought me a lot of joy and pure bliss. Soon I would carry him back to the temple, but Jezon would begin to whine, wanting to walk.

  I would slowly relent and place my sweet toddler on the orange grass beside me, holding his hand, and soon we would walk back to the temple at a very slow pace, but I didn’t mind; it would be 1 pm when we would return to the temple, and Freznic was at the arch waiting for us.

  Freznic: Lady Jezebella greetings. I was worried when you were out so late, but I see why now little Jezon is doing so well.

  Jezebella: Yes, he’s growing so fast. Any letter from Raven today?

  Freznic: Afraid not yet, but you got a letter today from a dragon named Imera.

  Jezebell: Oh, Imera, he was my nursemaid.

  Freznic: The letter has been placed in your chambers. Milady, I just wanted to let you know I have my own duties to attend to. Good day.

  Freznic would soon slither off, and soon after climbing the steps, Jezon would make grabby hands, wanting to be picked up. I would sigh and lift him up and carry him up to my room, and boy, do I have to say Jezon is getting heavy. I mean, really heavy.

  Soon placing Jezon on the floor of my chamber, I soon see the letter walking over to my bed and sitting down. I reach over and take the letter from the table, and I use my claw to open it.

  Reading the letter from my old nursemaid, it’s mainly asking about my life and how I’ve been; then it shifts to his life and his current achievements; then it ends with stories of the past.

  Reading this letter brings back so many fun-loving memories. There is a second page, and reading it, my blood runs ice cold. My family has been horribly murdered—my father, mother, grandparents, and my two sisters, and even my oldest sister’s egg. My eyes fill with tears, and my heart starts breaking.

  It takes all I can to finish the letter, and I learn that my brother is still alive, and he’s become a Dragoon Captain.

  And he’s coming to me soon.

  Knowing this, however, doesn’t lessen the pain within my aching heart, and soon I end up crying heavily. Soon I feel tugging on my dress; I then look up and see Jezon looking at me with a worried face. I scoop him up and hug him close.

  I then remember that I have five eggs within the hatchery, and my brother is coming. Knowing this makes me feel a whole lot better. Maybe Raven can make him a member of the Horde. That would be the best thing right now.

  As the day went on, I told my servant sisters about what had happened, and they all helped me grieve. Lyndis, the newest servant, helped by singing a dirge. Lyndis is a descendant of Apollo, the god of the sun and music; he gave his descendants the power of bard song.

  Lyndis’s dirge made everything feel better, and it was a good time for all of us to bond. In the following weeks, my brother arrived. I was so amazed because my brother was a timid artist the last time I saw him; now he’s a Dragoon clad in light armor bearing the crest of our family.

  Mist Dragons are holy dragons with the ability to heal. We barely, if ever, join the front lines, so seeing my brother with a spear on his back and wearing armor is a great surprise.

  Jezebella: Dimonty, is that you?

  Dimonty: In the flesh, big sis, I’m so happy to see you safe.

  We would soon hug, and I would lead him inside to my chambers.

  We would fill each other in on current events. Dimonty would inform me that he had joined a mercenary horde and trained to become a Dragoon. He told me about the many struggles and his eventual rise as a master spear Dragoon.

  I was so happy for him. I would then fill him in on my recent events and Raven, my servant sister, and my son and eggs.

  Dimonty, upon hearing that he had become an uncle, jumped up and demanded to see Jezon. I was taken aback by his current outburst but would agree, leading him to the nursery.

  Dimonty was impressed by the big nursery and all the Hatchies crawling and toddling around. I chuckled and called out to Jezon, who came running over to us, and soon I introduced him to Dimonty.

  Jezon wasn’t even shy; he was overjoyed to meet his uncle. The two really seemed to hit it off at that very moment. Raven would appear behind us, and I would soon introduce him to my brother.

  Raven: Nice to meet you, Dimonty. Put her there.

  Dimonty: Yes, sir.

  I would watch as the two shake hands. Raven seemed impressed, chuckling and saying

  Raven: Huh, those hardened hands, those are the hands of a seasoned warrior.

  Dimonty: Yes, sir, I’m a spear dragoon and proud of it.

  Raven: I see the other Servants told me about the recent event. I’m sorry for what happened to your family. If you have nowhere else to go, why don’t you join my Horde?

  Dimonty: I would appreciate that a lot, my Lord, and I promise to serve you well.

  Raven: Great, let’s get the ceremony underway.

  I watched as my brother became a member of the Horde. I was absolutely ecstatic we would be together, safe and close.

  It would be an understatement to say that Dimonty was a good person; he actively helped teach the Hatchies, the Kobolds, and train the soldiers. He was absolutely outstanding.

  My brother was once so timid and cowardly; now he’s become an outstanding Dragon Mother, and Father would be proud.

  End of Episode