"Fuck—"
I screamed, wincing in pain. She looked at me with sheer hatred as I felt the rush of gushing blood.
The pain shot all the way up to my arm. Blood threatened to spill as she pulled out the dagger.
"What did you do, you stupid woman?" I groaned. My tunic was drenched in hot, crimson jets.
I pressed my hands against the wound. Applying pressure was the best course of action for a stab wound. Spending time at a hospital for killing people teaches you that.
It's a long story. Not that it matters.
"Just let me go, you crazy bitch!" I cried.
I struggled to walk away from her. She came after me, grabbing me in a chokehold.
"What the hell, woman!"
Were the guards dead now? Why weren't they rushing to help me? Is this why the Duke died in the first place?
"Give me what's mine," the woman scowled.
"Who the fuck are you?" I scoffed.
"You're asking me who I am? You don't know me? When you've taken over my body?
I was killed by that wretched woman, only to get trapped in Vanya's body.
So tell me, where is she?
And who are you?"
She glared as I struggled with the pain.
"Would you please drop the act? You're a dragon. At least, half of you is...
The wound heals within moments. And a dragon never winces," the woman howled.
"What are you talking about?" I groaned.
She reached over and slapped my hand away.
"Hey—"
The wound stung.
I expected hot blood to seep out, but nothing came. Underneath the tunic, the wound had already closed.
"What did you even stab me for?" I scowled.
"It doesn't matter how quickly you heal. Dragon blood doesn't exempt you from pain," she smirked.
"You're the walking devil. Don't come close!
Guards! Maids! Anyone!" I screamed.
But no one answered. Nobody was at the door.
"You might have my body, but I know best what to do with the magic.
Nycos Spell. It renders the subject into a state of undisturbed slumber.
I'm not thick-headed enough to enter a palace without knowing the dangers of trespassing," she walked closer.
"Wait—I'm sure we can talk this out," I insisted.
"You are one life time late for that," she narrowed her eyes.
"Listen, if you are, who you say you are..." My chest heaved.
"I have to tell you that, you are such a pretty woman. Really. And, come on... You don't need to have this body.
Like, look at you, girl-"
My lips trembled as I searched for an exit.
I was completely aware that this was way back in time. And this world is too ancient to understand peace. The kingdoms here thrived on war.
And if this was the Duke, there was a high chance that he was going to kill me.
"Please-" I fell to my knees.
"Try to understand. You don't hate me. It's not me that you hate.
I am a victim too," I was on the verge of tears again.
"I really don't know who killed you. Most people here don't know what the heck they are doing...
And, I haven't peed in three days," I realised that I was already crying.
"Are those tears?" The woman looked at me baffled.
"Please, don't kill me-" I pleaded.
"God. And you haven't peed! Your body would turn purple, you pesky imposter! Take the chamberpot," she cried.
"Purple?" My eyes grew wide.
"The Dragon Blood is very potent. You are a hybrid. It's venomous to cells, but hybrids body adapts.
It then excretes in urine. And whether your body demands or not, you must eat the Dranger Fruit," she looks at the tray on the table.
"And pee, at least once in a day to get it all out! It's not easy being a dragon," she scoffed.
She clearly knew what she was talking about.
"I would do everything that you have asked me to, but you must not kill me," I cried.
"I won't kill you if you pee, right now," she emphasised. "Now," she pointed to a corner.
A chamberpot sat there. It was gilded from top to bottom, and looked like a pitcher. It came with a lid.
"You sure about this?" I asked, and she swung her dagger. It cut through my ear, and stuck on the wall. That was close.
"Fine! Suit yourself," I grumbled.
Man, or not, this was embarassing. Imagine, someone who shows up at your bedroom and tells you to whack up your dick and pee in a pot. Or they would kill you.
I struggled with the lower garment, trying to steer clear of another stabbing. Phew.
"Hello?" I was pretty sure, I was still crying when I reached for my manly appendage.
The lower garment rolls down, as I take a hold of the wide mouthed pitcher.
Streaks of red imprint of the white undergarment. I had completely forgotten about the blood.
"I haven't been a man before. Can you please tell me how to?" I pleaded, with my heart in my throat.
"Are you kidding me?" She groaned.
"Well, just hold the snake and shoot in the big hole," she instructed.
"Fine," I groaned. "A moment please-"
What was wrong with me? Not only was I threatened by her, but there was a strong possibility she was killing me afterwards. Why am I being so polite then?
A few moments pass. I force myself to pee. When it happens, I try not to spill it. When done, I want to throw up.
The possibility of getting killed now felt less scary now that I was done.
"Are you done?" She asked, and I turned around.
"Good Gracious-" her jaw hung low, and I realised I hadn't adjusted my pants.
"So- Sorry-" I fumbled, quickly reaching for my pants and adjusting them.
"I am going to die-" I paled.
"Stop with the child like nuisance," she groaned.
"Well, where do I wash my hands now?" I asked, my eyes narrowing at her.
"Wash your hands? What for? If anything, my hands need to be washed. And my eyes," she groaned.
"Okay. Enough. First of all, that attitude is terrible. Secondly- Are you staring at my balls still?" I gasped. And because I am a stupid man it comes off as a croaked chuckle.
"I have seen that body for years. It's mine to begin with. And now we must come to the part where I, can get it back," her eyes shot dagger.
Oh. Dear.