One year later 

"Good morning your majesty," a yellow-green dragon said. 

Glory sat straight up, slightly unnerved and extremely tired. "Were you watching me sleep?" Warm wind blew into her face from outside, and the flower petals on the floor blew everywhere. her talons ached so badly.

Pomegranate gave her a gruff smile. His yellow green scales blended so well with the trees, so that she could only tell where he was by his startling blue eyes.  "I need to protect you at all times." 

He was her new personal bodyguard, and Glory kind of really enormously despised him. 

He trailed a claw against the top of her wing. "You look beautiful in slumber but even better awake. Your eyes...." he sighed in contempt. "...are magnificent." 

Glory slapped away his claw with her forearm. "Okay, you're fired." 

Pomegranate gave her a wounded look. "Why, my Queen?" 

The nickname gave her an emotional slap across the face. "For trying to have more than a professional relationship with the Queen, and for making inappropriate comments and movements," she listed calmly. 

A ripple of red went across his snout. "Your old nightwing Bodyguard had a clearly romantic interest in you, and you never cared. But you care when I do it?" He snarled, breaking from his camouflage. 

"You pathetic dragon. I am an actual Rainwing, and intelligent and handsome as well. You could never have eggs with a nightwing anyway. I'm much better than him."  

And that was when Jambu shot him in the neck with a tranq dart. 

Pomegranate crumpled to the ground with a shocked expression, and Jambu flew down from his hiding spot up above. 

Glory sighed. "How much was that now?" 

Jambu frowned, his scales a stormy gray blue. "Eight. Wow, you're super popular. In like a bad way, I know, but still."  

Glory rubbed her forehead with her talons. "Yeah......Thanks. Ill try another one tomorrow. Can you move Pomegranate to the quicksand prisons with the others?" 

Jambu puffed out his chest. "No one will hurt my little sister when I'm arou- oH WAIT LOOK A BUTTERFLY THAT I SWEAR LOOKS LIKE FIRE OH WOW GLORY LOOK oh it flew away IM GOING TO CHASE IT!" 

He flew after the butterfly, and Glory smiled at her brother.  But still the words of the failed  bodyguards went around in her mind.

Your old nightwing Bodyguard had a clearly romantic interest in you, and you never cared

I did care. So much. Too much. 

You could never have eggs with a nightwing anyway 

No one said anything about eggs, three moons! I did wonder sometimes... 

I'm much better than him...

Seriously, Glory, look at me compared to him....

Someone like you shouldn't be with a mere nightwing...

He was honestly stupid thinking he had a chance....

No. 

No.

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONON

Glory rubbed her head again, trying to stop the thoughts. 

Deathbringer somehow made it into her mind every day. Even after all that, he still was smug enough to butt into her extremely private and secret thoughts. 

I hate him, she thought, wishing the opposite.