Ambaric Feels Extremely Pleased With Himself

Only he knew what he had done - or so he thought. The dragon hadn't watched the actual deed as he found the idea absolutely repulsive. He had labelled Ambaric as small fry, not worth worrying about. Now this happened. He was angerier with himself then with Ambaric, though it couldn't go without punishment.

Later that night, when everyone was asleep, Ambaric had a strange dream. He found himself in a cold damp environment, where all he could hear was the drip of water and his own slightly laboured breathing.

"Ambaric!" The voice was stentorian, and made him jump in fright. "I'm not very happy with you, Ambaric."

"Who said that? Who are you?" Ambaric squeaked. He quickly looked around, but couldn't see anything in the inky darkness.

"Who I am is not your concern. You have been brought here to answer for your crime of violating someone in my charge."

"What? Who?"

What he had done to Astra, or Stara as he knew her, was brought sharply to the forefront of his mind. "That was consensual!" he protested, albeit weakly.

"Perhaps. In some countries what you did would be considered an offence. But that is irrelevant. Here, what I decide is law."

Ambaric didn't like the sound of that and started quivering. He tried to ask what that meant but he couldn't get the words out. To his horror he soon realised exactly what that meant. He'd somehow been castrated. He open his mouth to scream...

When he woke with a start from his dragon-induced dream he found to his relief he hadn't been castrated. Minestus hadn't been willing to permanently disfigure him, so had gone for what was in his mind the second best thing. He had made Ambaric sterile, unable to have a child for the rest of his life. Ambaric, meanwhile, had managed to get back to sleep for the remaining hours, the horrors of the nightmare soon fading away into nothingness.

1. The following morning.

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