Several peaceful months had passed since her decision to beginning training once more. When she wasn't out in the field, the dragon was glued to the Demon Lord by his hip, often sleeping next to him or trailing behind him wherever he went. She had gotten accustomed to the trivial garb that he asked her to wear, now choosing to remain in her demonoid form rather than her dragon form unless the pair were alone. Pale Eyes was in her usual spot in the throne room, her long armored body was wrapped around the seat, protectively shielding her King who was slouched on his large, ominous throne. He stood abruptly, straightening his back fully before yawning unabashedly, his arms brushing the insides of her membranous wings. His large muscular frame was fully visible to her as she scanned him for any cuts or bruises she may have missed from their previous outings.

"I don't want to take a nap today…it feels stuffy in here." He paused, "Let's go out!" He exclaimed, pointing his index finger towards the window animatedly.

The dragon chuffed in amusement, unravelling herself from his usual seating area, "And where would you like to go, fledgling?"

"Well…" A pregnant pause filled the silence between them, "I've never ridden a dragon before." His eyes gleamed mischievously as he turned to look at his body guard.

Her enormous jaw opened wide to laugh loudly at his snide comment, showing off her sharp, pearly fangs. It shook the castle walls around them as the vibrations bounced off the cold stone, colorless walls, coaxing dusty debris out of the cracks and crevices. Her eyes dilated in amusement as she turned to stare at him with a single gigantic, blonde eye.

"Very well then." Her usual velvety tone trailed by his inner most thoughts.

A large grin cracked over his handsome face as he easily jumped onto the base of her scaled neck between one of her great spikes. She could feel his firm grip surround one of them as she strolled over to the glassless window.

"Hold on tight."

A strong breeze washed over the two of them as the fire-breather inched her way out of the throne room and fell through the air in a straight nose-dive. The embrace from gravity pulled the pair down at an alarmingly quick rate as they whipped past the drafty air. Even without looking back, Pale Eyes could feel the mirth rolling off her King much like a child given his favorite treat- he was enjoying the freedom from the freefall as much as she was. The feeling of no burdens or responsibilities, as though they were disappearing with the wing. With moments to spare before the impact against the Earth, the dragon spread her enormous, scaled muscular wings, beating them several times to slow their descent only to immediately take off into the dreary, clouded skies once more. Pulling her leathery attachments closer to her body, she cut through the wind like a missile, carelessly gaining some icy altitude. Her savior's laughter was much more audible now as it rang behind her at the wild ride he was receiving. His hair was in shambles and his clothes had a slight frost to them and were severely wrinkled. The Demon King's hands had long since let go of holding onto the dragon and was now raised over his head, challenging his ability to stay onboard. She tore through the upper layer of clouds, her superheated breaths steaming the air as the two were momentarily suspended in the atmosphere, engulfed in the bright light of the sun that was hiding behind the gloomy weather. The fire-breather chuffed at the welcome sight, flapping her wings to stay afloat for some more seconds. The air around them was suddenly still and the grey skies were all but gone and beneath them appearing more like soft grey plumes of land more than clouds. The space around them was dark and clear, the stars dazzling in the dusky sky. It was as though the pair had stepped into an alternate dimension- a quiet, endless and free space with a dazzlingly clear sky.

"You are quite the fancy flier." His ruby gaze was also locked in on the magnificent sight before them.

The dragon hummed in response, using her large tail as leverage and a rudder to shift their direction closer to the Earth where her fledgling's clothes would stop freezing. It was a chill she had no issue fighting off but not one she felt inclined to put him through. As they descended, they drifted directionlessly through the thick, grey clouds, thunder rumbled angrily in the distance. A slight glimmer caught her eye but disappeared just as quickly as her blond gaze saw it- but she did see it. A white feathered Angel with light colored hair seemed to be fleeing from something…or someone. She was several kilometers away, too far for any normal naked eye to see and judging from her King's reaction, he didn't seem to notice the small detail. Inwardly assessing the situation, she turned her tail and propelled herself in the other direction, towards their home- away from whatever issue may have been in the area- an Angel fleeing was never a good sign.

"That was delightful!" The horned demon stretched his arms up, smiling gleefully.

The dragon hummed at his contentment, taking her place around his throne. Her immense tail dragged behind her, slightly scratching up the stone floors they rolled over. The Demon Lord trotted over to his dirty but still overly ornate throne, carelessly plopping down onto it. The protector curled around his seat at her usual position, her keen eyes habitually scanning over him habitually. He still smelled of the wind above the clouds, it was entangled in his hair and clothes, filling the air around them as he straightened out his attire.

"We'll have to do that more often!" His ruby eyes twinkled mischievously.

"As you wish, fledgling." Her sultry voice echoed.

She averted her gaze towards the window from whence they entered and then back towards the door of the throne room.

"I believe your part dragon General requested you to take a gander around your soldier's area of work today. It would be troublesome if he came in here to speak with you again."

Pale Eyes chuffed a light breath of smoke in his direction before shrinking down into her humanoid size. Her tail flicked the apparel, chosen by her King, off the small hook on the wall before she carelessly caught it, putting it onto her body smoothly. She'd requested something easy to move in and flexible to meet her needs and the black leather was perfect. It was a snug fit all around her body, in a top and a bottom that didn't obstruct her wings nor her tail. The only loose part of the outfit were her sleeves that covered up her claws beneath them, which she didn't mind so much, they were light enough that they would roll out of the way for her attacks; and keeping her claws hidden may be helpful in the future. The top ended with a tall collar that ended just above her chin with a deep V neckline that barely touched between her supple breasts. Her pants were cropped short at her calves, much of which were covered up with long black leather heels that reached up to her mid thighs. They were already beginning to show signs of wear and tear from the amount of exploring she did within the Demon Lord's walls. Her overall garb was lightly designed with some light chains that hung, much like the King's mantle.

He sighed exasperatedly, running his hand through his hair and beneath his horn, "I did, didn't I? Morale upkeet is impotant. I suppose I should do it then."

She trailed behind him lithely, her tail dragging behind her as her heels echoed through the dimly lit corridor. Her eyes easily adjusted to the darkness as she kept up with him at a steady speed. He seemed so childish at times and yet he was so wise for his age and immensely strong. It piqued her interest as she hummed from her chest in contentment of her current predicament- she was truly happy for the first time in a long time. She had a home and someone to protect- what more could she ask for?

The dragon had made it a habit to patrol the area when Alciel had commandeered the King's attention for repositioning of troops and supplies in their current area of occupation. Although he had many underlings, she had made it a point not to trust anyone as spies may very well exist within their own races. The first time she had contact with his troops did not end very well as she recalled- many crowded around her in an attempt to harass her. It was only after she was summoned by the sharp call of master that she stopped, nearly killing half a dozen from the simple flick of her tail. Rumors spread like wildfire throughout the soldiers, most coming to fear her as she dutifully trailed behind their King. She could feel them shudder beneath her condescending gaze as she glowered at each that dared look her in the eye- Pale Eyes was still a proud dragon that would yield to none, except her fledgling of course. Anybody that dared disrespect her or him would face the consequences. The stench of the barracks made her nose cringe in disgust as she resisted the urge to turn her ivory horned head toward the side. From the corner of her blonde gaze, she caught sight of a familiar purple headed blur running out of the second floor of the room. She growled quietly, glowering at the familiar energy of the one that ran from her. He posed no threat and would have to wait at a later time to be dealt with. The dragon skulked behind her lord, wings pointed downwards as a sign of respect as he spoke, although she did not listen. She instead concentrated, feeling the sister wind brush over her horns, quietly whispering the movements of everyone and everything in their general area. By the time she had reopened her eyes, his speech was already coming to a close.

"I'm glad to see things running smoothly. That'll be all, gentlemen."

The hall remained frigidly silent until the pair left the building. The tension was apparent as their chatter seeped from below the closed doors in indistinguishable murmurs and mumbles. Whether it was fear of her or their King was unknown but it was something that greatly irked the bodyguard.

"Those men…do they fear you?" She inquired quietly, her mind still contemplating the situation.

Garnet eyes peered back whilst he continued forward, his arms curling in to cross over his chest, "That's not the image I'd like to give off."

"My presence does not help, I assume." The humanoid dragon purred, gently flipping a long strand of hair from out of her face.

"Perhaps not. You can't blame them." An accusatory tone did not escape her notice.

"I suppose not." She scoffed several sparks from under her breath whilst her wings twitched from the underhanded remark.

The pair continued on to the throne room haven where only a select few would dare disturb the peace. The dragon's golden gaze scoped out of each window they walked passed- a very calm air taking the place of where they passed. She had lived long enough to know what to expect: this peace would not last forever, in fact it had already lasted much longer than she had anticipated. Pale Eyes would be ready for when the day came to protect this fledgling, which she didn't feel would be too far off from the present.