**Avery**
During the last period of class for the day, Clint kept glancing over at me. Nothing good will come from it based on the resentment in his gaze. Both he and Carter, his dragon, must be planning something, so I had better make myself scarce once I return to the palace. The Trio and cheerleaders, as well as the marching band, all have to stay after school for practice because they have a game on Friday night.
I am looking forward to Friday night, not because I will be going to the game, but because everyone else will be there. I will have virtually the entire palace to myself for a few precious hours. As soon as the dismissal bell rang, I put my head down and rushed out of class. I blew by Trisha as I was pushing my way out of the front doors. I expected her to text me later asking what was wrong. The problem is that everything is wrong. I am stuck in orbit with The Trio, and eventually, we will collide. I just hope that it is when I can leave, or after they find their mates. Maybe their mates can temper some of their hostility, but knowing my luck, their mates will be even more brutal and cruel.
Once I got to the palace, I prepared dinner for The Trio. When the wannabe kings summon for their dinner, all the kitchen staff will have to do is heat it and bring it to their rooms. I make my way to my room, where I put all of my school books onto my bed. I will make a homework schedule when I get out of the tub. I grab a bottle of flavored sparkling water from my minifridge and a steamy book that I am reading, as I go to prepare my bubble bath. For some reason, water has always soothed me.
Once the tub is filled, I slide in and get comfortable. The warm water washes away my anxiety and soothes my tense muscles. I open my book and plunge myself into a world where a human woman has power over many different types of men because they all desire her. This must be what it is like to not be plain and boring. I have always been the ugly duckling and reading about beauty, in body and soul is the closest thing that I will get. Honestly, having more than one man desire you must be incredibly tiring, and frustrating, too, if those men are like any I know.
I must doze off because instead of warm water lapping at my pale, soft skin, there are three very skilled, hot tongues following the few curves of my body that I do have. Despite not being able to see who they are giving me great pleasure, I feel all of my body begin to shake before an orgasm causes my juices to squirt out of me along with a loud moan. One mouth claims mine, as a second one sucks one of my nipples, while the third mouth envelops my clit.
"Fuck!" I bolt upright, surrounded in cold water, that's severely lacking bubbles. My bottle of water and book are both on the floor beside the tub. I look around only to find that I am completely alone, which is as it should be, but that dream just felt so real; even though, in my dreams are the only way any man would want me like that. I decided to drain the water and take a quick shower, so I could wash my long brown hair, which is now more tangled than it was at the beginning of the day.
After I finished my quick shower, I wrapped both my hair and body in towels. I grabbed my bottle of sparkling water and my book. I opened it and began to read as I entered my room from my bathroom. Oddly, I stopped reading when the men took her on a date. There was no mention of the kinky orgy that I had dreamed. Where did that dream come from, because I don't have that vivid of an imagination.
"Avery, why are you marked?" Conner asks.
Dropping my book and bottle of water, I spin and try to cover myself more. "I am not marked. I was attacked when I was a kid. Why are you in my room?"
Dismissively, he shrugs, "Whatever, I thought I would tell you which play to write."
Did he look at them? He couldn't have. But I do wonder which one he chose, and also why. "Then which one?"
He starts to walk out of my door. He turns and looks over his shoulder, "Pride." Then he closes my door and leaves. At least I know which one to focus on now. So, Mr. Conner Darcy, be prepared to be judged and pay for your pride with your life.
**Conner**
I thought that I would tell Avery which outline to finish so that she could start writing the story and script. I never expected to find her nearly naked in her room, because I pictured her lying across her bed doing homework. Which, it appeared, she had planned on doing based on the pile of books and papers that were strewn across her bed. However, something surprised me more than her appearance. That scar on her back looked like a dragon's mark. Granted a dragon never marks his mate on her back, but it could have been a temporary mark. But who would temporarily mark a child and why? Avery isn't special, she's just a plain human girl.
It doesn't matter anyway, because I have other things to worry about, like my Grand Ceremony. I have already told the staff my requirements and my suit is being tailor made, as well. Also, I need to pass my classes, so that after graduation I can begin my life with my mate. Avery had better do a good job on the play I selected. That class is the only one that could prevent me from graduating.