Fated To The Kings: His Silver Hand novel Chapter 2

The Dragon King

Lucas Voskopoulos-

Eighteen fucking months of deep excavation in South America and Egypt. Those were the possible places that the ancient book has referred to.

Their hands remained empty. Not even a sliver of dust from the said tomb. It was a fucking needle in huge bundles of haystacks.

To add more salt to injury, during his absence, there were raids and thievery on the kingdom's treasury.

The renegades and rogues became bolder. Some managed to get away with bars of gold and silver. Though it did not dent his riches, it still irked. A nuisance and it grated on his nerves.

Dragon vaults had been hidden for centuries. What riches they managed to rob from him at the treasury was nothing. What it managed to do was piss him off.

If not for the ground troops Alexander and Lucifer have provided him with, he will be outnumbered.

His royal army was exceptional fighters however, most of them were women.

And there laid his enigma. A dilemma of sorts.

The dragon kingdom was overpopulated with women. Only thirty percent comprises the male portion of the total equation.

The female does not have a dragon beast. It was either they were Argetlam, -- a mate and a dragon rider -- or they became fighters or workers.

It had always been a blessing if they were mated to other species for it strengthened their kingdom. Those circumstances were rare. Precious and predestined by the gods and goddesses.

Some will live for centuries before they found a soulmate and some died mateless. Souls incomplete.

Unlike other species, their kingdom does not condone premarital sex, especially women. He might have dalliances during his younger days --most with human females and some with widows of nearby clans -- he never encouraged and had bluntly explained to the opposite sex that all was for fun and nothing more.

Those dalliances have stopped years ago. His beast had gone stronger. It was either that or he roasts his bed partner.

He preferred the former. And have sworn to his dragon to wait for their silver hand. Argetlam. The equivalent to a mate or beloved. Except she gets to control and ride their beast.

The more time they wait for her, the more his dragon's vitalities dwindled during raids and battles.

Their power stemmed from her soul. From her heart. The fucking problem was she might not exist for him.

-That's why you look for her, human!

There he goes again. The centuries of nagging have not eased up. Not even a bit.

-I don't have the time nor the energy, dracon.

-We don't have energy because we don't have her, idiot!

True. But it was the least of his worries. He blocked his dragon before he flooded him with aggression.

The first on his list of things to do was how to keep his vaults hidden from the enemy. He should contact Esmeralda for that.

Second was his little sister, she will graduate from senior high soon. A straight-A student at a boarding school in France and she had plainly declared she wanted to become a chef. He made a mental note to ask the Lycan King's help on that. He has bought the most expensive culinary school in NYC for his sister-in-law. They had always been amused by how he indulged his Lycan Queen. His lips twitched. With that kind of beauty, he thought anyone would.

Lucas will take a page from his book and enroll his baby sister where he could be assured of her safety.

Third, he glanced at his notepad, he had to open his estate in New York City once more. The vast land adjoined the Vampire, Lycan, and the Demon's realms. This will keep his sister safe.

Decisions made, he paused. Planning and reassessing all. Satisfied, he requested for his commanders to join him in his vast and open lair.

His body erect and stiff, his back at doors, he inhaled deeply. The sea breeze coming from the open ocean never failed to soothe his senses. Though not quite -- would have been better if he had his Argetlam -- but it will do for now.

***