Chapter 55
Chapter 55
Luc loved his mama.
His mama was the best.
If only Draco stopped treating him like a baby. Because a ‘baby’ that received the memories of its Dragon ancestors and grew a little more with every transformation is as far from normal or helpless as you could get.
But he likes it that way.
Sure, he would like their family to be bigger, to have little brothers he could later choose from to build his own nest with when he is old enough. But that could wait.
Finding mama good mates was much more important.
He wasn’t blind after all. During their trips for supplies into the cities, mama always received his share of hungry stares. Always.
No glamour could stop them.
But so far, none of those he had seen were worthy. And luckily, his mama seemed to be of the same mind. But even so, getting Draco good mates was his top priority. Because he didn’t want to be presented with a fact. A fact he didn’t approve of. A fact that more than likely wouldn’t be worthy.
After all, he did see how his ancestors tended to choose the Strongest for Sires and the Prettiest for the Carriers. But what about Intellect? What about Magic? What about Loyalty?
He didn’t want his loving mama to foolishly drag a ‘Strong’ wall of muscles with the brains of a hamster and the vocabulary of a goldfish home out of some kind of misplaced pity. Even if it’s only ‘temporary’. He has seen enough Valyrian mateships in his memories to understand that there is nothing more permanent than something ‘temporary’.
But finding a suitable mate for Mama proved to be a problem.
It wasn’t just that they lived literally in the middle of nowhere. That was only part of it. Even when Mama chose to visit ‘nearby’ cities, there were no viable candidates to be found. Not just because most of the people they met had little to no dragon blood. And those that did had no magic to speak of.
He was sad to admit that he forgot some things. Like how few Valyrian families actually were dragon-riders. Because the others? They didn’t have the magic to be recognized as superior kin even by their dumber dragon cousins that devolved into magical animals for the lack of proper training and sufficient ambient magics. At best, the lesser Valyrians weren’t roasted on the spot when coming into the vicinity of a dragon but that was just about it. The extent of their abilities.
So Targaryen inbreeding made some sense.
But at the end of the day, no matter what they chose to think, they weren’t actual dragons. Just some humans with dragon blood in their veins. Dragon blood that would never fully awaken other than in a rare ‘dragonborn’. It simply couldn’t.
Too diluted.
Or too ‘occupied’.
The magic in their blood, that is. Occupied with fighting all the inborn abnormalities. Too occupied to leave any active magic free. And being walking flame-retardants some of the ‘dragon-blooded’ were, was not even close to the extent of a true dragon’s abilities. No matter what some of them chose to think. Especially when a modern-day ‘Valyrian’s’ magic was all used up just to stop its owner from looking like a human-sized orangutan.