Draco's sniffed staring into a lighted room,  the scent of lilies and redwood filled the air. His yellow eyes glowed brightly, as the scent excited him. He run his hand through his dark brown hair, biting his lower lip with his sharp barred teeth.

"Draco!" his eyes shot over to an older, bald, lean man. "What do you think you are doing?!" Draco then looked back into the room, trying to get lost in the scent once more. He heard loud thuds as the man walked over behind him. The man grabbed Draco by the back of his black shirt. He looked at Draco with a fearful shock slapped on his face. "What do you think you are doing?!" his whisper was harsh, yet deep. "That is the princess's room, what are you thinking, peeping?!"

"I can peep at whoever the hell I want to Stipus," Draco growled lowly, exposing his sharp teeth to the older man. His eyes glowed a deeper yellow as he felt himself get more angry. Stipus let go of Draco's shirt and stared at the piercing yellow eyes.

"You know dragons aren't allowed to make contact with royalty. If someone else found you like this-"Stipus was cut off as footsteps began to move in the bedroom. Draco turned to the bedroom and watched carefully.

A small teenager walked to her wardrobe closet, her long, straight, black hair covering the back of her pale, bare body. She picked a short red, black laced dress. As she turned, she revealed her bare chest. Draco stared, licking his teeth as he saw the plump breast on her chest, small buds sticking out. His stare went lower and saw her shaven crotch, and her smooth pale legs. He smiled wide, seeing someone so innocently viewed, naked in front of him. But sadly his sight seeing was cut short as she slipped the short dress on, covering her pale body. The sleeves covered her arms completely, flowing down her wrist. The bottom of her dress cut off at the knees, covering her thighs.

Draco sighed and looked to Stipus, who was turning his back to the door. "You look ridiculous," Draco said passing by him to go upstairs to the tower, where, according to the soldiers and "law" told him to stay.

"Are you happy?! Destroying the princess's privacy!" Stipus said, his voice once again harsh, but now full of disappointment.

"You act as though it was the first time I saw her like that," Draco chuckled. Stipus paused and stared at Draco. Draco counted in his head. 3...2...1...

"What does that mean Draconius?!" Stipus shouted. Draco laughed, considering he only used Draco's full name to get a point across, or to tell him he was in major trouble. "This wasn't the first time?!"

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"No, I go there every morn to see that sight, it's much better then seeing the sun rise over the water," Draco smirked. "And every night, to see it so it could be in my dreams." Not that dragons have dreams, he thought. Dragons rarely got any sleep to begin with, do to with the hunger for fresh meat and blood that made their blood boil. When he did get some sleep, it was an endless darkness inside his mind. He hated sleep.

"Draconius, what you're doing is very dangerous... Do you want another whipping?" Stipus looked worried at Draco. Draco growled lowly, remembering the pain of a black whip hitting his back, as his hands were chained to a wall, tearing his skin apart, making him bleed. His hand grabbed his shoulder and grinded his teeth. "Draco, next time they won't hold back on you..." Draco growled louder.

"Hold back?!" Draco turned to Stipus, his eyes back to that piecing yellow, with bloodlust circling inside them. "I could've been killed! All I did was eat an apple!"

"Without paying for it." Stipus glared back at Draco, worry somewhat lingering in his eyes. "That was a small law break, what do you think they would do if they found you peeping on the princess?" Draco looked down his eyes changing into a calm brown. "I won't see to it that you sign your death certificate." Draco sighed and began further up the stairs. "I'm only worried about you Draconius..."

"There is no need to worry Stipus," Draco said, as he opened the door to the room, located in the top of the tower. "I'll meet you at training later, right now, I need to be alone." He looked at Stipus, who nodded at him and started to head down the stairs. Draco walked into his room and closed his door, latching it closed.

Draco's room was never a whole lot of anything. It had a small one person bed, and a small wardrobe. His walls were made of the tower's stone, while the ceiling was made of redwoods. The floor was smooth, especially for stone, but it was cold. At the end of the bedroom was a balcony. It looked over the castle village, and onto the lake that lead to the mountains where the sun rose. It wasn't much, but it's all he knew.

Draco ran his hand through his hair, pulling his brown hair back before it slowly flowed onto his forehead. The thought of the princess still lingered inside his mind. Her pale skin, her plump breast, her long silky, black hair. Draco licked his lip. He stared at the sky and took in a deep breath. Then he began to remove his clothing. He pulled his shirt over his head, showing his bare, muscular, semi-tanned chest. On his back, brown scales surrounded small slits, near his shoulder blades. He removed his pants and underwear. Draco cracked his knuckles, then grabbed the railing of the balcony, and took another deep breath and looked to the sky.

He began to growl, and change. His skin split into small silver scales, his bones grew and moved in position, wings sprouting out of his back. He roared as he finished his transformation, spreading his wings proudly. He flapped his mighty wings and began to rise to the sky. He sniffed the air, enjoying the fresh morning air. He rose to the very top of the tower, then kicked off of it with it’s muscular brown scaled legs, shooting out into the sky.