Next Morning
In the morning, they woke up wrapped in each other's arms, the first light of dawn casting a golden glow over them. Natsu brushed a strand of hair from Artoria's face, his heart swelling with affection. "Good morning, my queen," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.
Artoria smiled, her eyes still half-closed with sleep. "Good morning, my king," she replied, snuggling closer to him. "I love you."
"I love you too," Natsu said, kissing her forehead softly. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment.
,,So do we have a plan for today?'' asked Natsu.
Artoria cutely yawned ,''Not really, Mom and Dad are preparing have some business to attend to, you know Royal duties.''
Artoria smiled mischievously. "We can do a bit of training, then you can get to see my last two forms. Also, we can... test them. Plus, we have yet to use my Saber form, my dearest," she purred in his ear.
Natsu swiftly switched their positions, placing her on her back with him on top. "Oh, I like where this is going," he said, leaning in to kiss her deeply.
Artoria responded to his kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. "Then let's not waste any time," she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation and love.
In the training room
Natsu watched intently as Artoria prepared to change her form.
Taking a deep breath, she was enveloped in a swirl of magic.
She grew shorter, about 154 centimeters, and appeared younger. Her hair shortened into a braided bun, and both her hair and skin grew paler. Her eyes turned a pale gold, lighter than in her balanced form.
Before transforming, Artoria had been dressed in a black battle outfit. She wore shoulder armor, gauntlets, and light armor on her stomach. The dress had a slight décolletage with a small armor piece positioned between her neck and breasts. It extended past her knees, with additional armor on the sides.
Her current casual attire was a knee-length black dress. She wore black stockings and black gloves that reached her mid-biceps. A black ribbon adorned her hair. The dress was connected by straps to a black collar that slightly covered her shoulders.
The dress had a décolletage and hugged her form, accentuating her figure.
Artoria turned to Natsu. "So, what do you think?"
Natsu looked at her appreciatively. "Damn, you never cease to amaze me. Nice dress."
Artoria smiled. "I actually just got it. I know it's a bit revealing, but it's meant for you only," she said with a slight blush.
Natsu smiled, taking off his coat and draping it around her. "Well then, let's keep it that way, my love. Shall we go to our chambers?" he whispered in her ear.
Artoria smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Yes, my dear."
Months later On Earthland in Fairy Tail
On Earthland, within the halls of the Fairy Tail guild, a palpable sense of worry had begun to settle over its members. It had been nearly three months since Natsu's sudden departure, and now, concern was growing into fear.
Erza, paced back and forth in the guild hall. "It's been far too long without any word from Natsu," she said, her voice edged with worry. "We've tried everything. His communication lacrima is offline, and the last we heard, he canceled his vacation halfway through and disappeared."
Lucy, sitting nearby, clenched her fists. "I know he mentioned that his communication lacrima might not work if he went somewhere else, but it's been months. What if something happened to him?"
Gray leaned against a wall, his arms crossed. "Natsu's strong. But it's not like him to disappear without a trace. We've got to do something."
Makarov, the guild master, looked out over his worried children. "We contacted the island he was supposed to be on, and they confirmed he left two months ago, right around the last time we heard from him. He said he might be going somewhere else, but this silence... it's not a good sign."
Wendy looked up from her seat, her young face etched with concern. "Maybe we should start searching for him. We have to find out if he's okay."
Happy, Natsu's loyal companion, fluttered around anxiously. "Aye, sir! We can't just sit here and do nothing. Natsu needs us."
Levy, flipping through a book, added, "There are so many places he could have gone. We need a starting point. Did he mention anything specific before he left?"
Lucy shook her head. "He was vague, as usual. Something about new info about something, but he didn't want help from us."
Erza, growing increasingly desperate for a clue, turned to Laxus in hopes that he might know something more. "Laxus, do you know anything? Did he tell you about any other locations he was interested in visiting? Anything at all?"
Laxus leaned against the bar, his expression thoughtful. "No, he was only planning to stay there for two or three weeks, not months. It definitely has something to do with that info he said he got."
Erza clenched her fists, frustration evident on her face. "This isn't like Natsu. If he found something important, he would have contacted us by now."
Laxus nodded. "Yeah, it's not like him to just vanish. Whatever he found must have been serious."
Levy closed her book with a determined expression. "Maybe we can find out what this information was. Did he mention anything specific about it? Anything at all?"
"Only that it was personal," responded Laxus.
Erza, her voice barely a whisper, wondered aloud, "But… why did he not tell me anything?"
Gajeel responded ,''Becauze you fucked up?''
Erza's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp. "Watch what you're saying, Gajeel."
Gajeel, unfazed by her anger, shrugged. "What? I simply answered why he didn't tell you shit. He doesn't owe you anything."
Erza bristled at his callousness, her fists clenched at her sides. "That's not the point, Gajeel. What happened between Natsu and me is personal."
Laxus scoffed. "Well, Gajeel is right. Natsu had no reason to tell you anything. You know why he went on that vacation. It's because you fucked up. You didn't care about him at Oración Seis. Why care now?"
Erza's eyes blazed with fury as Laxus's words hit her like a punch to the gut. "How dare you!" she seethed, her voice trembling with anger. "What happened at Oración Seis was a mistake, one I've regretted every day since. But that doesn't mean I don't care about Natsu!"
Laxus crossed his arms, his expression unyielding. "Actions speak louder than words, Erza. And your actions spoke volumes when Natsu needed you."
Erza's fists clenched even tighter, her nails digging into her palms. "I made a mistake, yes. But that doesn't mean I don't deserve to know if he's safe. He's my friend, damn it!"
Gajeel, ever the provocateur, interjected, "Friend? From what I heard, you were more than just friends. But hey, what do I know?"
Erza's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger, her gaze fiery as she shot a glare at Gajeel. "You know nothing, Gajeel. Don't pretend otherwise."
Makarov, sensing the tension escalating, stepped in before things got out of hand. "That's enough, all of you. We have a task at hand, and squabbling won't help us find Natsu."
Erza took a deep breath, her anger simmering beneath the surface as she forced herself to calm down. "You're right, Master. I apologize. Let's focus on finding Natsu."
With a reluctant nod from Laxus and a nonchalant shrug from Gajeel, the guild members redirected their attention to the task at hand, setting aside their personal grievances for the time being as they continued their search for their missing friend.
Back in the Dragon Realm
Today was the day of tha Gala.
Igneel was Draped in a coat of regal splendor, he wore a garment that bespoke centuries of royal lineage and unparalleled power.
His coat, crafted from the finest silk velvet, enveloped his towering frame in a cascade of deep crimson, akin to the flickering flames of a roaring inferno.
Adorning his brow was a crown of purest gold, intricately wrought and adorned with a dazzling array of gemstones that caught the light with every movement. Set atop his fiery mane, the crown proclaimed his sovereignty over dragonkind, its radiance matched only by the fiery gleam in his golden, slitted eyes.
Gloved hands, clad in soft leather of matching hue, bore subtle engravings of ancient runes, hinting at the arcane powers that lay dormant within him. Each finger adorned with rings of precious metal.
Beneath the resplendent coat, tailored trousers of a complementary shade hugged his powerful legs, leading down to boots of polished leather that bore the marks of countless journeys and conquests. With every step, he moved with a regal grace, his presence a symphony of majesty and strength.
His Wife Eliza too donned her most regal clothing.
Adorning her head were draconic horns, resplendent in their majesty, their curved forms reminiscent of a crown fit for a monarch. Gleaming with an otherworldly sheen, they framed her face with an air of timeless authority, each horn a symbol of her divine lineage.
Her flowing locks of blond cascaded like molten gold down her back, catching the light in a mesmerizing dance as she moved. Striking red eyes, slitted like those of her draconic kin, glistened with an inner fire, commanding the attention of all who dared to meet her gaze.
Drifting around her form like a celestial veil, she wore a gown of purest white, its fabric shimmering like starlight against her alabaster skin. Adorned with intricate gold accents that traced sinuous patterns across the expanse of the gown, it seemed to radiate with an otherworldly glow, accentuating her ethereal beauty.
Natsu emerged clad in a three-piece suit tailored to perfection.
The centerpiece of his attire was a black coat, extending past his knees with a sleek and sophisticated cut. Crafted from the finest fabrics imbued with magical enchantments.
Beneath the coat, he wore a crisp white shirt, its fabric soft against his skin yet durable enough to withstand the rigors of combat. Paired with a black vest, it added a touch of refinement to his ensemble while providing additional protection in battle.
His tailored trousers, crafted for both style and practicality, hugged his legs with precision, allowing for ease of movement in even the most intense skirmishes. Reinforced with enchanted fibers, they offered both flexibility and resilience, ensuring he remained agile and swift on the battlefield.
Completing the ensemble were gloves, crafted from leather and etched with ancient runes of power , adorned with gold circlets on his biceps.
Next was Artoria who prepared a dress for each of her forms.
Balance Form:
In her Balance form, Artoria stands tall at 180 centimeters. She wears a layered flowing gown in soft pastel hues, with delicate embellishments woven into the fabric. Her hair is styled in a sophisticated ponytail adorned with small braids, showcasing her youthful and mature appearance. The off-the-shoulder neckline adds a touch of regal sophistication, while layers of soft tulle cascade from the bodice to the floor, creating a sense of ethereal beauty and movement with every step. Atop her head rests a golden tiara, intricately detailed with filigree and jewels, symbolizing her royal lineage with majestic splendor. She wears elegant gloves that extend to her elbows, and her feet are adorned with heels that add to her regal stature.
Saber Light Form:
In her Saber Light form, Artoria stands at 154 centimeters, exuding both elegance and strength. She wears a layered flowing gown in shades of celestial blue, with a fitted bodice embellished with celestial motifs and sparkling crystals. Her hair is styled in loose waves that cascade past her shoulders, framing her features with a touch of softness. The off-the-shoulder neckline adds a hint of romance and allure, while layers of sheer fabric cascade gracefully from the waist, billowing around her legs with each step. A delicate choker necklace, adorned with a single shimmering gemstone, accentuates her neckline with understated elegance, while her golden sword hangs gracefully from her side, a symbol of her noble lineage and unwavering courage. She wears elegant gloves and heels, adding to her royal appearance.
Lancer Dark Form:
In her Lancer Dark form, Artoria stands at 170 centimeters, clad in a striking black gown that radiates dark allure and regal authority. She wears a layered flowing dress in deep shades of black and indigo, with an off-the-shoulder neckline that accentuates her curves with sophistication. Her hair is styled in loose waves, falling in a cascade of darkness down her back. Layers of sheer black fabric cascade from the bodice to the floor, billowing around her legs like shadows cast by the moonlight. Intricate lace detailing adorns the neckline and sleeves, adding a touch of Gothic elegance to her ensemble. Atop her head rests a crown of dark indigo horns, encrusted with glittering gemstones, symbolizing her status as a queen of the darkness. She wears elegant gloves that reach her elbows and heels that add to her commanding presence.
Lancer Light Form:
In her Lancer Light form, Artoria stands at 170 centimeters, dressed in a majestic blue gown that exudes power and grace. She wears a layered flowing dress in shades of celestial blue and gold, with a fitted bodice adorned with shimmering gold trimmings and an off-the-shoulder neckline. Her hair is styled in loose waves with a golden crown resting atop her head, symbolizing her royal authority. Layers of sheer blue fabric cascade gracefully from the waist, billowing elegantly around her legs with each step, creating a sense of ethereal beauty and majesty. Delicate gold circles encircle her wrists, each one adorned with a single shimmering gemstone that sparkles with celestial radiance. She wears elegant gloves and heels, adding to her regal appearance.
Saber Dark Form:
In her Saber Dark form, Artoria stands at 154 centimeters, exuding a mysterious allure with a sleek black gown that commands attention. She wears a layered flowing dress in shades of midnight black, with intricate lace detailing and an off-the-shoulder neckline that accentuates her figure with a touch of elegance and sensuality. Her hair is styled in a braided bun, adding to her enigmatic allure. Layers of sheer black fabric cascade gracefully from the waist, billowing around her legs with each step, creating a sense of dark elegance and regal authority. With each step, she exudes an air of mystery and power, a true queen of the shadows. She wears elegant gloves that reach her elbows and heels that enhance her commanding presence.
Artoria was currently in her Balance form, entering the balcony, her hand interlocked with Natsu's. Her parents were currently waiting for them.
"Look at you… you look splendid," complimented Eliza.
Artoria smiled, a blush gracing her cheeks at her parents' praise. "Thank you, Mother, Father. Natsu helped me choose the dresses."
Natsu chuckled, "Yeah, I mean, they all looked great on her, so it was a tough decision."
Igneel nodded in approval, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Indeed, you both look magnificent. This gala is a celebration of unity among our kind, and your presence adds to its grandeur."
Eliza glanced between them with a warm smile. "I'm proud to see you both embracing your heritage. Now, shall we join the festivities?"
,,Yes, were ready.'' responded Artoria, squeezing Natsu's hand.
At the Gala
As Natsu and Artoria arrived at the gala, they were met with a sea of haughty and entitled dragons, their egos towering as high as their magnificent forms. The grand hall was abuzz with conversation, each dragon vying for attention and supremacy.
Drakon Emberwing, Elemental Dragon King of Fire, stood at the center of the room, his presence commanding the attention of all who entered. His golden eyes gleamed with arrogance as he surveyed the crowd, his fiery mane casting flickering shadows across the room. Beside him, Lyra Emberwing, his mate, exuded an air of regal elegance, her scales shimmering with an otherworldly glow.
Lora Frostscale, Elemental Dragon Queen of Ice, moved gracefully through the crowd, her icy blue eyes alight with a frosty brilliance. She exchanged polite nods and curt greetings with the other dragons, her demeanor cool and composed. Beside her, Orion Frostscale, her mate, stood tall and stoic, his gaze piercing as he surveyed the room with quiet intensity.
Thorndor Earthclaw, Elemental Dragon King of Earth, stood with his mate, Freya Earthclaw, at his side. His rugged form exuded an aura of ancient wisdom and unyielding strength, his gaze steady as he regarded the other dragons with quiet resolve. Freya, for her part, possessed a quiet grace and inner strength that belied her gentle demeanor, her earthy beauty drawing the eyes of all who passed.
Aurora Skywing, Elemental Dragon Queen of Air, floated effortlessly through the air, her celestial form shimmering with otherworldly beauty. Her azure eyes sparkled with celestial radiance as she greeted the other dragons with a warm smile, her presence captivating all who beheld her. Beside her, Orion Skywing, her mate, matched her grace and elegance with his own, his wings spread wide as he soared through the air with effortless grace.
Thalos Stormheart, Elemental Dragon King of Storms, stood with Luna Stormheart, his mate, at his side. His thunderous voice boomed through the hall, commanding the attention of all who heard it, his stormy gaze daring any to challenge his authority. Luna, for her part, possessed a wild and untamed beauty, her fierce spirit matching that of her mate as she stood by his side with unwavering loyalty.
As Natsu and Artoria navigated through the crowd, their presence drawing curious glances and hushed whispers, they found themselves in the midst of a conversation between Drakon Emberwing and Lora Frostscale.
Drakon, his golden eyes ablaze with pride, addressed Lora with a hint of condescension. "I must say, Lora, the turnout for tonight's gala is quite impressive. It seems that everyone who is anyone has made an appearance."
Lora, her icy blue eyes cool and composed, offered a polite smile in response. "Indeed, Drakon. It is always a pleasure to see our fellow rulers in attendance."
Natsu and Artoria exchanged a knowing glance, sensing the underlying tension between the two elemental dragon monarchs. It was clear that each regarded the other with a mixture of respect and rivalry, their domains of fire and ice representing opposing forces of nature.
Meanwhile, Thorndor Earthclaw and Aurora Skywing engaged in a discussion nearby, their voices carrying over the murmur of the crowd.
"Your realm of earth and mine of air have always been complementary, Thorndor," Aurora remarked, her celestial form shimmering with ethereal beauty.
Thorndor nodded in agreement, his rugged features softened by a hint of warmth. "Indeed, Aurora. The balance of our elemental domains is essential for the harmony of the natural world."
Natsu and Artoria listened intently, impressed by the wisdom and camaraderie displayed by the elemental dragon monarchs. Despite their differences, it was clear that they shared a deep respect for one another and understood the importance of maintaining balance and unity among the elemental realms.
As the gala progressed, Natsu and Artoria found themselves at the center of attention, though for vastly different reasons. While Artoria was the object of many dragons' desires, sought after for her position as the next in line for the throne, Natsu faced a barrage of disrespect and disdain from those who viewed him as an outsider.
A group of dragons, led by Aurelia Emberwing, approached Artoria with false flattery and veiled intentions. Their words dripped with insincerity as they vied for her favor, each one hoping to secure a future alliance through marriage to the next Queen of All Dragons.
"Artoria, darling, you look positively radiant tonight," one dragon purred, his eyes lingering on Artoria with thinly veiled desire.
Artoria offered a polite smile, though inwardly she bristled at their superficiality. "Thank you for your kind words," she replied, her tone betraying none of her true feelings.
Meanwhile, Natsu found himself the target of scorn and derision from those who saw him as an interloper in their midst. Drakon Emberwing, in particular, eyed him with open hostility, his golden gaze filled with contempt.
"And who might you be?" Drakon sneered, his tone laced with disdain. "Artoria's pet no doubt."
Natsu bristled at the insult, though he maintained his composure in the face of Drakon's arrogance. "Watch it, your crown means nothing to me" he replied.
Natsu's retort caught Drakon off guard, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before his expression hardened once more. "Is that so?" he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You would do well to remember your place, outsider. This is a gathering of royalty, not a playground for commoners."
Natsu chuckled ,''Ha, oh how the dragons have fallen, power and respect used to be all that earn one's place as king , and now, you are no different then the foolish humans calling themselves royal because they are related to someone who did something great 200 years ago. Know my place? My place is higher than you can comprehend.''
Natsu's words cut through the air like a blade, slicing through Drakon's arrogance with surgical precision. The Elemental Dragon King's jaw tightened, his golden eyes narrowing into slits as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of Natsu's defiance.
"Arrogant fool," Drakon spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You know nothing of true power or royalty. You are a mere upstart, an insignificant blip in the grand tapestry of dragonkind."
But Natsu remained unfazed, his gaze steady and unwavering as he met Drakon's glare head-on. "Perhaps," he replied, his tone calm and measured. ''The only tapestry that matters to me is Artoria's, not the tapestry of fools calling themselves kings, you will learn to respect the King and Queen of All Dragons, if not , you will fear them.''
Natsu's response cut through Drakon's arrogance like a blade through silk, leaving the Elemental Dragon King momentarily speechless. His jaw clenched, his expression a mask of thinly veiled fury as he struggled to regain his composure.
"You dare to threaten me?" Drakon growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You and your pitiful excuse for royalty have no power here. You are nothing but a nuisance, an annoyance that will be dealt with in due time."
Natsu's gaze remained unwavering, his resolve unshakeable in the face of Drakon's hostility. "We shall see," he replied calmly, though there was a steely edge to his tone. "But mark my words, Drakon Emberwing. The King and Queen of All Dragons will not tolerate disrespect, and those who dare to challenge their authority will face the consequences."
Meanwhile, as Artoria moved through the crowd, she was met with a flurry of attention from dragons eager to curry favor with the next in line for the throne. Their words were honeyed and flattering, their gestures grand and exaggerated as they vied for her attention.
"Princess Artoria, it is an honor to be in your presence," one dragon proclaimed, bowing low before her with an exaggerated flourish. "Surely, a dragon as magnificent as yourself deserves nothing but the best."
Artoria offered a polite smile in return, though inwardly, she bristled at the insincerity of their flattery. She knew that many of these dragons saw her not as a person, but as a means to an end – a way to secure power and prestige for themselves and their families.
"Thank you," she replied diplomatically, her tone carefully neutral. "Your words are kind, though I must admit, I prefer sincerity over grandiosity."
Some of the dragons shifted uncomfortably at her response, their false smiles faltering for a moment before plastering themselves back onto their faces. But Artoria remained unfazed, her gaze steady as she continued to navigate the sea of arrogance and entitlement that surrounded her.
Despite the constant barrage of attention, Artoria's thoughts kept drifting back to Natsu. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her insides, the worry for his safety growing with each passing moment. But she knew that she couldn't let her concerns show – not here, not now, when she was surrounded by those who would exploit any sign of weakness.
Artoria continued her diplomatic navigation through the crowd, maintaining her poise despite the barrage of insincere compliments and blatant attempts to curry favor. Her regal demeanor was a shield against the underlying motives of those who surrounded her.
A tall, slender dragon with shimmering silver scales approached, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "Princess Artoria, your grace and beauty truly light up this gala," he began smoothly. "I am Caelum Emberwing. I trust you are finding everything to your satisfaction?"
Artoria nodded politely. "Thank you, Caelum. The gala is indeed splendid. My compliments to the hosts for such a grand event."
Caelum's smile widened, his eyes flickering with cunning. "As the heir to the throne, you must have many responsibilities weighing on you. It must be difficult to manage it all. Perhaps, with the right support and alliances, your burden could be eased."
Before Artoria could respond, another dragon interjected, his tone dripping with feigned concern. "Princess, surely you must see the benefits of aligning with a powerful house. Our family, the Frostscales, have always been staunch supporters of the throne."
Artoria turned to face Luna Frostscale, her serene blue eyes betraying none of her irritation. "I appreciate your support, Luna. It's crucial to have unity among us all, especially in these times."
Luna nodded, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. "Indeed, unity is paramount. And a strong, strategic alliance could solidify the future of our realms."
As the conversations continued, Artoria felt increasingly cornered by the veiled proposals and thinly disguised offers. Each dragon seemed intent on presenting themselves or their offspring as the ideal consort for her, their motives transparent beneath their polished words.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Natsu in a tense exchange with Drakon Emberwing. The sight of her beloved facing such open hostility sent a surge of protective anger through her, but she forced herself to remain composed.
A dragoness with emerald green scales and an air of haughty elegance approached next, her eyes appraising Artoria with a mix of admiration and calculation. "Princess Artoria, I am Gaea Earthclaw. It's an honor to finally meet you. Our family has long been devoted to the throne."
Artoria inclined her head slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Gaea. I trust you are enjoying the gala?"
"Very much so," Gaea replied smoothly. "But I couldn't help but notice that your suitors are many. Surely, it must be overwhelming. Perhaps a more… stable alliance would be beneficial?"
Artoria's patience wore thin, but she maintained her serene facade. "I appreciate your concern, Gaea. However, my choices will always be guided by what is best for the realm, not by pressure or persuasion."
As the evening wore on, the incessant advances grew more aggressive. A young dragon named Terran Earthclaw, with an air of misplaced bravado, stepped forward. "Princess, wouldn't it be wise to consider strengthening your position with a union to a house as steadfast as the Earthclaws? Our strength and loyalty are unmatched."
Artoria's eyes flashed with barely concealed irritation. "Terran, I will always consider the well-being of our realm first and foremost. True strength comes from within, not from forced alliances."
Meanwhile, Natsu's confrontation with Drakon was escalating. Artoria knew she needed to diffuse the tension before it erupted into a full-blown conflict. As she excused herself from yet another persistent suitor, she made her way towards Natsu, her presence a calming influence in the storm of arrogance and entitlement that swirled around them.
"Natsu," she said softly, placing a hand on his arm. "Let's not give them the satisfaction of a scene."
Natsu's eyes met hers, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. ''My love, this will end in a fight , be it with a king or prince they must be put back in their place, we all agreed on that remember?''
Artoria's eyes softened as she looked up at Natsu, her touch a grounding presence amidst the escalating tension. "I know, Natsu," she replied gently. "But not here, not now. This is a gala, and a public scene will only give them more reason to disrespect us."
Drakon, sensing a moment of vulnerability, smirked and took a step forward, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Ah, the princess comes to the rescue of her pet. How touching."
Natsu's eyes blazed, but Artoria tightened her grip on his arm. "Drakon," she said, her voice icy. "Your words reveal more about your character than they do about Natsu. You forget yourself in the presence of the King and Queen of All Dragons."
The crowd around them grew silent, the tension palpable as all eyes turned to the confrontation. Drakon's smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty, but his arrogance quickly resurfaced. "And you forget that we are all kings and queens here, Artoria. Natsu is an outsider, a demon who has no place among us."
Artoria stepped forward, her regal presence undeniable. "Natsu is not just an outsider; he is a valued member of our family. His strength and loyalty are beyond question, unlike the fragile egos I see before me."
Drakon's face twisted with rage. "You dare speak to me like that?"
"Yes, I dare," Artoria retorted, her voice calm but firm. "And if any of you have forgotten the respect due to our family, you will soon be reminded."
As she spoke, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Igneel and Eliza, having observed the confrontation from a distance, began to make their way towards the group, their presence commanding immediate attention. The other dragons, sensing the impending arrival of their sovereigns, began to step back, giving Natsu and Artoria a wider berth.
Igneel's voice boomed through the hall, silencing any remaining whispers. "What is the meaning of this disruption?"
Drakon, his bravado wavering under Igneel's intense gaze, attempted to compose himself. "Your Majesty, we were merely discussing the… suitability of certain members of this gathering."
Igneel's eyes narrowed. "Discussing, or insulting? There is a difference, Drakon."
Eliza stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the assembled dragons. "We are here to celebrate unity and strength, not to tear each other down. If any dragon here believes they are above the respect and dignity this gathering demands, they are free to leave."
The room was silent, no one daring to move or speak. Drakon's face was a mask of suppressed fury, but he held his tongue.
Igneel's powerful voice cut through the silence, addressing Drakon directly. "Do you have something to say about Natsu? About Artoria's husband?"
The word "husband" sent a ripple of surprise through the crowd. Many dragons exchanged shocked glances, their arrogance momentarily subdued by the revelation. Drakon's eyes widened, but he quickly composed himself, his sneer returning.
"Husband, you say?" Drakon's voice was laced with disbelief. "A demon as her consort? You intend to put a DEMON ON THE THRONE!?"
Igneel's magic power manifested, his presence almost palpable in the grand hall. "I have raised Natsu myself 400 years ago. He has his own claim to the throne, and the fact that Artoria chose Natsu as her husband further solidifies it."
The crowd erupted into murmurs, many dragons openly questioning and verbalizing their rejection of Natsu as one of their own. Voices rose in a cacophony of dissent, the words "demon" and "outsider" echoing through the hall.
"This is an outrage!" shouted one dragon, his voice thick with disdain. "A demon has no place among us, let alone on the throne!"
Another dragon, his scales shimmering with icy hues, added, "This undermines everything we stand for. How can we accept a demon as our king?"
Natsu, standing resolute, felt the weight of their scorn but did not waver. Artoria tightened her grip on his hand, her eyes flashing with determination.
Eliza stepped forward, her voice cutting through the uproar like a blade. "Enough! This assembly is meant to strengthen our unity, not to sow discord."
Lora Frostscale, the Elemental Dragon Queen of Ice, spoke up, her tone cool but firm. "We must consider the will of the royal family. If they have deemed Natsu worthy, then we must respect their judgment."
Thorndor Earthclaw nodded, his deep voice rumbling through the hall. "Igneel has been our king for centuries. His words carries the weight of our history. We cannot dismiss his judgment lightly."
Despite these voices of reason, the dissenters were not silenced. Drakon, emboldened by the crowd's reaction, stepped forward again. "You speak of unity, but how can we be united under a king who is not one of us? A demon can never understand our ways, our traditions."
Igneel scoffed, his eyes blazing with ancient wisdom and authority. "Natsu is a dragon himself. Do you want to know why Natsu is a demon? The truth of his existence? Over 400 years ago, a Chaos Emerald, or Holy Grail—whatever you wish to call it—brought a being into existence, one that you all know."
The hall fell silent, all eyes fixed on Igneel as he continued, "Zeref, The Black Wizard. Years later, Acnologia himself got his hands on the Chaos Emeralds and was empowered to the degree he is now. You all know what they did. After that, the Primordial Dragons themselves used the Chaos Emerald and created a being: Natsu. Zeref and Acnologia found out about him and attempted to get rid of him, which is why he was sent to a different era. As a counterbalance, the Chaos Emerald empowered a second dragon, but you don't need to know about that now."
A murmur ran through the crowd, shock and awe mingling with their disbelief. Igneel's voice cut through the noise, steady and unyielding. "So, this demon you are so afraid of was created by the will of the Primordial Dragons."
Drakon's sneer faltered, his arrogance wavering as the weight of Igneel's words settled over him. The other dragons exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier bravado dampened by the revelation.
Lora Frostscale stepped forward, her icy demeanor tempered by a newfound respect. "If Natsu is the will of the Primordial Dragons, then he is as much a part of our legacy as any of us. We cannot deny him his place."
Thorndor Earthclaw nodded in agreement, his rugged features reflecting a deep, abiding wisdom. "The Primordial Dragons' will is absolute. We must honor their decision."
Aurora Skywing's celestial form shimmered as she addressed the crowd, her voice ringing with clarity. "We have been reminded tonight of the ancient powers that guide us, of the balance that must be maintained. Natsu's presence among us is not a threat, but a fulfillment of our destiny."
Even Thalos Stormheart, who had been silent until now, spoke up, his stormy voice calm and resolute. "We must trust in the wisdom of the Primordial Dragons. Natsu's strength is a boon, not a curse."
Drakon, seeing the tide turning against him, clenched his fists but remained silent. The challenge had been made, and the truth had been revealed.
Natsu stepped forward, his voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "I have no interest in the crown. It belongs to Artoria. I do not care if you recognize me as king or not, but Artoria is my wife, and I will not tolerate any disrespect towards her or our family. You have a problem with me? You think I am unworthy of Artoria? You are nothing more than entitled fools, and I will gladly remind you where you stand."
The hall fell silent, the weight of Natsu's words pressing down on the assembled dragons. His fiery gaze swept over the crowd, daring anyone to challenge him.
"So... anyone wants to challenge the demon?" Natsu continued, his tone dripping with defiance. "This is the only time I will offer mercy. Or are you scared? Is it true you hide from Acnologia and Zeref?"
The tension in the grand hall had just begun to ease when a haughty voice sliced through the murmurs.
"I refuse to accept this," declared a young dragon prince as he strode forward, his silver scales shimmering under the chandeliers. "Natsu is unworthy of Artoria, and the throne is wasted on them."
Natsu turned to face the newcomer, his expression impassive. The prince stood tall, his eyes blazing with arrogance and entitlement. "I am Prince Caelum Emberwing, son of Drakon and Lyra Emberwing," he announced, his voice dripping with disdain. "And I challenge you, Natsu, for the hand of Artoria and the right to the throne."
A hush fell over the hall as dragons turned to watch the unfolding drama. Natsu raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to Caelum's bluster. "Is that so?" Natsu said, his tone almost amused. "And what makes you think you're more worthy than me?"
Caelum sneered, taking a step closer. "I am of royal blood, a true dragon with a rightful claim to the throne. You are nothing but an outsider, a demon masquerading as a dragon. The throne needs a leader of pure lineage, not some pretender."
Artoria stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fury. "You dare question my choice, Caelum?"
Caelum scoffed, dismissing her words with a wave of his hand. "You are blinded by affection, Princess. You deserve a mate of noble birth, someone who can truly stand by your side as a king, not this... demon."
Natsu's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "I've had enough of your arrogance," he growled. "You want a challenge? Fine. But be warned, Caelum, I won't hold back."
Igneel, his eyes fixed on the prince, interjected with a bemused tone. "Noble birth, you say? What does that make me then, child? I was not born a royal. I made myself one by becoming the strongest. Does that make me a peasant? Hmmm?"
Caelum faltered, his arrogance momentarily shaken by Igneel's words. He glanced around, seeing the expectant eyes of the gathered dragons, and straightened his back, trying to regain his composure. "You are an exception, Igneel. Your strength earned you your place. But this demon—"
Igneel cut him off, his voice firm. "And what do you know of Natsu's strength? Of his trials and battles? Do you think being a dragon is just about lineage?''
Natsu stepped forward, his eyes locked on Caelum. "Let's settle this, then. You think I'm unworthy? Prove it. But be prepared to face the consequences of your challenge."
The hall cleared a space for the combatants, the air thick with anticipation. Caelum's expression hardened, and he took a fighting stance, his silver scales shimmering with energy. Natsu, unfazed, merely stood tall, his presence radiating confidence and power.
Igneel raised his hand, signaling the start of the duel. "Let strength, honor, and the will of the dragons decide."
Caelum's lip curled into a sneer. "We'll see about that," he spat, stepping back and taking a stance.
The hall cleared a space for the combatants, the air thick with anticipation. The two opponents faced each other, tension crackling between them. Natsu's eyes blazed with amusement, while Caelum's were filled with contempt.
As Caelum lunged at Natsu with a roar, unleashing a torrent of flames, Natsu simply snapped his fingers, and the flames disappeared into thin air.
"What?" Caelum exclaimed, his expression a mixture of shock and frustration.
"Surely you know that in front of the King, basic dragon magic is useless," Natsu remarked mockingly. "You are the prince of fire dragons, no?"
Caelum's face darkened at the taunt, his pride wounded. "Of course, I know that," he retorted, though his voice lacked conviction.
Natsu chuckled, his amusement evident. "Oh? You do not have this stage? Or maybe your whole family is nothing more than fakes?"
The jab struck a nerve, and Caelum bristled with anger. "How dare you!" he spat, his claws flexing involuntarily.
But Natsu remained unruffled, his smirk widening. "Come now, Caelum. Let's not pretend. If you want to challenge me, at least do it with some dignity."
The hall watched in fascination as the tension between the two dragons crackled in the air. Caelum, seething with indignation, clenched his fists, his resolve hardening.
"Fine," he hissed through gritted teeth. "Let's settle this once and for all."
Caelum took his dragon form and roar at Natsu, his arrogance coming back.
Natsu widely smirked in amusement, ''Is this all?''
Caelum, fueled by anger and humiliation, launched a spell "Fire Dragon's Roar!" Flames erupted from his jaws, aiming straight for Natsu. However, Natsu effortlessly absorbed the flames into a concentrated ball of fire in his hand and consumed them, extinguishing the attack.
"So basic, not even bits of flavor," Natsu taunted. "Are you sure you're not a drake?"
As Caelum prepared for another attack, Natsu snapped his fingers once more, invoking "Chaos Warp." In an instant, the entire gala transformed into a gigantic battlefield, catching everyone off guard.
"WHAT?" Drakon exclaimed, his surprise mirrored by the other dragons.
Even Lora, taken aback by the sudden change, questioned what had happened. "Were we all teleported, or was the hall manipulated into a different form?"
"A sort of Domain Expansion," Eliza explained calmly.
Back in the arena, Natsu's mocking tone filled the air. "Oh, what's wrong? You need your daddy?" he jeered. "Well, call him down. You're boring anyway."
Drakon bristled at the insult. "Arrogant fool, challenging a King," he retorted.
But before Drakon could escalate the confrontation further, Igneel intervened. "You're the arrogant one. Get down," he commanded, his voice resonating with authority.
Drakon hesitated, taken aback by Igneel's sudden assertiveness. "What?" he sputtered.
"I said get down. You will fight Natsu along with your spawn," Igneel continued, his tone unyielding. "Clearly, you forgot what Ignia did to you. If you are too scared to face Natsu alone, know that I will personally break your arms."
Drakon faltered, the weight of Igneel's words sinking in. "I do—" he started to protest.
"Who do you want to try against, brat?" Igneel interrupted, his patience wearing thin. "Your King, or do you want to face this demon you are so afraid of alongside your spawn? Last warning."
The air crackled with tension as Igneel's command hung in the air. Drakon hesitated, his pride warring with his fear. Beside him, Caelum bristled with indignation, but the weight of Igneel's authority held them both in place.
Finally, Drakon swallowed his pride and nodded reluctantly. "Very well," he conceded through gritted teeth. "We accept your challenge."
Igneel's eyes flashed with satisfaction, his gaze unwavering. "Good," he said simply.
With a wave of his hand, the battlefield shifted once more, the grand hall melting away to reveal a vast expanse of open terrain. The dragons found themselves standing on opposite sides of the battlefield, their allies gathering behind them.
Natsu grinned, his eyes flashing with anticipation. "Let's settle this," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Drakon bared his teeth in response, his claws flexing with anticipation. "Prepare to face the wrath of the Fire Dragon King," he growled.
And with that, the battle began, the clash of dragons echoing through the newly transformed battlefield. Drakon too took his Dragon Form and launched a roar at Natsu.
Natsu began to create fire, which made Drakon smile, thinking he had the advantage. Yet when Natsu's crimson flames approached, he realized he could not control them.
"Fire Dragon King's Inferno Nova!" Natsu sent a blast of fire at them at massive speed, enveloping them both.
"What? Fire is not supposed to harm me! I am THE KING OF FIRE!" shouted Drakon, angered.
"I'm just better than you," said Natsu, "And that's not all." Natsu raised his hand to the sky.
"Lightning Dragon King's Judgment Bolt!"
Natsu called down a massive bolt of lightning upon Drakon and his spawn.
"Lightning Dragon King Magic?" asked Thalos.
Artoria responded, "Natsu possesses all 5 elements to the king stage, so know that he can single-handedly reduce you all to peasants."
As Drakon and his son struggled to their feet, battered by the devastating spells, Natsu's smirk widened.
"Well, since you showed me your dragon forms, I will show you mine."
Natsu's statement sent a ripple of fear through the gathered dragons as he was enveloped by magic. When the light subsided, Natsu's dragon form stood before them, massive and imposing compared to Drakon and his son.
In his towering form, Natsu could have easily crushed Drakon in his claws. He spoke with a voice that rumbled like thunder, "Tell me… what does that crown mean now?"
Drakon, too terrified to even attempt defiance, stammered out, "M-mercy." The once proud Elemental Dragon King of Fire now stood before Natsu, humbled and defeated, his arrogance shattered in the face of overwhelming power.
Natsu scoffed and reverted to his human form as he turned the battleground back into the gala setting. "How disappointing. I didn't even have to use my demon power," he remarked casually, "Well, I didn't have to use my dragon form either, but oh well."
With a dismissive shrug, Natsu turned towards Artoria, his attention fully focused on his beloved.
As Natsu turned towards Artoria, the tension in the air began to ease, replaced by a sense of relief and awe. The dragons watched in silence, their earlier arrogance now replaced by a newfound respect for the power and authority that Natsu wielded.
Artoria approached Natsu, her eyes shining with pride and admiration. "You were amazing," she said softly, reaching out to take his hand in hers.
Igneel and Eliza stepped forward, their expressions a mix of pride and satisfaction. "Well done, Natsu," Igneel said, his voice resonating with pride. "You have proven yourself to be a true king."
Eliza nodded in agreement. "Indeed," she said, her eyes gleaming with pride. "You have shown us all what it means to lead with strength and compassion."
Natsu bowed his head respectfully, his heart filled with gratitude for their support. "Thank you, Igneel, Eliza," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "But the crown remains with Artoria; she is the rightful ruler. Artoria could have done this just as easily."
,,Nonsense my love, you are my beloved king.'' Artoria whispered in his ear teasingly.
Natsu couldn't help but chuckle at Artoria's playful whisper, a warmth spreading through his chest at her affectionate words. "Perhaps," he replied with a grin, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "But I am content to stand by your side, my queen, supporting you in all your endeavors."
Artoria smiled back at him, her eyes shining with love and admiration. "And I am grateful for your unwavering support, my king," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth.
As the gala dispersed everyone went back to their kingdoms.
That night in Natsu and Artoria's room
As they arrived in Natsu and Artoria's room, Natsu collapsed onto a nearby chair, running a hand through his hair in exhaustion.
"Gods, that was a disaster," he said, a mixture of amusement and exasperation evident in his voice.
Artoria sat herself in his lap, looking into his eyes. "Well, I for one loved how you handled yourself, my love. You might not want to be King, but gods, do I love it when you are authoritative," she said, kissing him.
"Screw those pricks. Maybe they don't need a king, but I do need THIS king," she purred in his ear.
Natsu's hands made their way to her legs. "Always, my love. You are an exception. You are the only royal that can get my knee," he told her.
Artoria smiled mischievously. "When you bow? Or when I blow you?" she teased him, getting him to blush.
Natsu responded, "Damn, Artoria, you are killing me when you speak like this," he said, hiding his face in both amusement and embarrassment.
Artoria took his hand off his face and kissed him. "But you love it. It gets you in the mood, my love, and you are the only one to hear me speak like this," she continued to play with his hair as she gazed into his eyes lovingly.
"Maybe you don't want to be the King of Dragons, but you are and will always be my king," she began to give him fast kisses on his lips, cheeks, and neck, trailing down.
"You know… I did not get to use all of my dresses at the gala, and they were, of course, for you, my love," said Artoria. "How about we play in them?" she whispered.
Natsu responded, "Oh? And what type of play?"
Artoria bit her lip and whispered in his ear, "You will see. C'mon, this queen needs her King."
Natsu kissed her deeply as his hands went under her dress over her stockings to her lingerie. "I think I got it. Well, I was planning to fill your neck and shoulders with kisses, seeing how all of the dresses are off shoulders."
"The night is young, my love, and so are we," she responded
As they indulged in their playful banter and affectionate embraces, the night unfolded before them like a tapestry of passion and desire. Natsu and Artoria reveled in each other's company, their love igniting like a blazing fire in the darkness.
With each caress and whisper, they lost themselves in the moment, forgetting the world outside their chamber walls. The weight of their responsibilities melted away, leaving only the raw intensity of their connection.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they danced to the rhythm of their own desires, their hearts beating as one. In that intimate space, they found solace and strength, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world.
And as the night stretched on, they surrendered to the intoxicating allure of their love, their passion burning brighter with each passing moment. For in each other's embrace, they found everything they ever needed: love, warmth, and the promise of eternity together.