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Between a Dragon and an Overlord: Chapter 2

She supposed she shouldn't be surprised at his reaction. Even after all this time, her husband is still paranoid about her relationship with Dominator. "Great," she sighed. "Guess I'll have to speak about the dinner tomorrow."

Not being the first time she had to carry Draykor to bed, she effortlessly placed him on her back and tucked him to bed. "Geez, I'm going to have to talk to him about watching his diet as well. He's been gaining weight ever since his paranoia kicked in." She then tucked herself to bed and clapped her hands twice to turn off the lights.

… Grop, she prayed that Draykor doesn't give her trouble over this. Getting Dominator to agree to it was difficult enough.

Draykor woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and gasping for air; awakening his wife in the process.

"Draykor, what's wrong?!"

"Oh my grop, Demurra," he said, still gasping for air. "I just had the worst nightmare!"

Oh boy. She had a feeling she knew what said nightmare was about. "Really? Do tell."

"You were dating Lord Dominator!"

"Uh huh."

"And then you invited me to dinner with the both of you!"

"Uh huh."

"And then Dominator kept us as prisoners while she destroyed our planet!

"Uh huh."

"And then-" Draykor glanced at Demurra's deadpan expression, "… It wasn't a nightmare, huh?"

"Look, you're going to have dinner with us on Friday, ok?"

He sighed, seeing as how there's no way his wife would let him decline. "But why, honey?"

Demurra rolled her eyes, "Well just take a look in the mirror, Draykor! You've been a nervous wreck ever since I started dating Dominator! You always change the subject whenever I talk about her, and some of the guards have told me that they think you've been developing an eating disorder over the course of the months."

"Wait, what?" he asked, confused. "I don't have an eating disorder."

"Oh really? She asked, incredulously. "Then how come the guards have told me you've been taking 'snack breaks' during royal duty?"

"Oh um," he began twiddling his claws. "Well, since you haven't been present as often, I thought that I could eat more and-" he looked down at the bed sheets, "-I don't know; it helps with the stress I guess."

Demurra gently held his face so that he would look at her, "Sweetie, it's only going to be dinner and I'm only doing this to help you get over your fears of Dominator. If it were you, wouldn't you want both of your lovers to get along with each other?"

"… You're right," he said, dejectedly. "I'm sorry for acting like this, honey."

Demurra smiled and let go of him. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm also doing this to improve Dominator's opinion about you."

"She has an opinion about me?" Draykor asked, shocked.

"Yes, but-" she averted her eyes, "-It's not a very positive one."

"… How so?"

"Well she basically called you a pathetic excuse for a ruler and that the only reason our kingdom isn't in shambles is because of me."

"Oh."

"Yep."

"… It does hold some truth, though," he agreed. We probably would be in shambles if it weren't for you."

"I still don't appreciate my girlfriend calling my husband a pathetic excuse for a ruler, Drake."

"Right, sorry," he mumbled.

"… She also could use some friends," she mumbled.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

"I said that she could use some friends," she repeated. "I don't think she talks to anyone other than me and one time I caught her telling jokes to her bots." Demurra's face scrunched up. "She even added a humor protocol to them just so that they would laugh at her jokes."

Draykor felt flabbergasted at this new information, "Well when you describe her like that, she sounds like a moody teenager than a villainess with an appetite for destruction."

"Yes, but I'm dating that moody teenager with an appetite for destruction, so I would appreciate you not calling her that," she chided.

"Right, sorry," he muttered.

They stayed silent for a short while until Demurra broke it. "Hun, it's only dinner. We eat, have some small talk, and then leave. How bad can it be?"

"… You're right. It's only dinner. I'm sorry for acting irrationally," he apologized.

Demurra giggled. "You've already apologized, honey, but can we please get some sleep now? It's still pretty early in the morning."

Draykor smiled and flapped his wings, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders. "I'd like that, sweetie."

For those of you reading this for the Domurra. Rest assured, it is coming.