A/N: Kindly blame of Game of Thrones for this… xD I was rewatching Season 6 and I just can't stop… xD

This is still a genderbending fic by the way. Since ObeliskX suggested it would be great to see more of medieval Kisara and Seto—in their actual genders, imagination birthed this… xD

In the next chapter, we return to the present day though, with Sera Kaiba and Kyousuke Miyura…

Interlude: Draconian

The air in the Sleeping Dungeons stirred, charged with energy coming off of each of her dragon's growing bodies. Lucis, the only male, was curled up in a crevice higher up in their temporary home whilst Lyanna and Rhaenys fought over wholly cooked pigs and cattle suspended on spits. A sigh left Kisara unbidden. They always squabbled over trivial things—just like human siblings. It made her smile. To see that these gargantuan creatures could have a semblance of human civility in them—even just a tiny bit—was awe-inspiring. Under normal circumstances, the dragons wouldn't be served roasted and charred animals like this, they were free to leave their den and hunt whenever they wished, but not today. Her father—the King—had the majority of his important wardens present at court, and the man had deemed it necessary that these dragons be kept close, should they need to prove the power they held to doubting men. Should her white dragons be given free reign to hunt, then there would have been no way of summoning them. The creatures returned at their own leave, undeterred and heedless, submitting to neither beast nor man, regardless of their master's station.

Her presence in their dens earned her their attention. Lucis's head perked up, pale clouds of smoke flared from his nostrils as he gauged her with serpentine cobalt eyes from his comfortable perch. At the same time, Lyanna and Rhaenys stopped snapping at each other as their heads swiveled in her direction; both teal and sapphire trained on her human form curiously.

A smile broke on her comely face as she regarded each of them fondly. They were hers, so to speak. For a king whose royal sigil was a three-headed dragon, her father was surprisingly ignorant of their traits and moods; choosing instead to leave the care of these reptiles to dragon tamers—paid and given a high place at court in the king's councils, just as his father did in the olden days. These tamers raised and commanded the royal dragons bred for war, and the beasts took the handlers for their true masters and nurturers; not the royal household whom they truly served, much less the king who only ever needed them for slaying and roasting his enemies alive.

Kisara, on the other hand, had been fascinated with the dragon eggs when they had arrived at court. News of their near extinction had woken an interest her, where before she would have preferred indifference. She spent as much of her free time on them as she could, and when the eggs had hatched, it was her they had first laid their eyes on. They were comparable to birds in that sense. The first being they see when they break from the shells that weaned them for years would be the nurturer they would come to know. A year had already passed since these hatchlings emerged from their shells hissing and snarling with feral grace. A year, and they were nearly as tall as a lesser lord's castle now.

Lucis had been the first to hatch. Lyanna and Rhaenys came after. They were no larger than kittens then, and they had crawled up her arms, their tiny claws digging into the delicate silks of her sleeves. They were all a pure white—a rare coloring for such creatures. A myriad of colors that dragon's scales were most known for were notably, a blood red, green, fresh cream, gold, dirt brown, and charcoal black. Their eyes, were more often than not, serpentine gold. But her three… Her Lucis, Rhaenys, and Lyanna.

Their scales were a pure blinding white, with a silvery tint when the sun struck them at angles. Their eyes varied in shades of blue—the only mark that allowed her to tell them apart. Lucis' was cobalt, Rhaenys' comparable to sapphires, and Lyanna's teal.

Lucis hissed loudly as he uncurled himself and left his perch on the wall to approach her. Rhaenys screeched as she awkwardly plodded across the floor on her four legs while Lyanna stirred the air in the closed chamber with her wings.

"I'm sorry you can't fly today." Kisara started, undeterred even as the three voiced their frustration to her in the form of screeches and snarls.

They loath being cooped up in one place like caged animals for far too long. Dragons were meant to be free, not to be caged. They long to fly, to stretch their wings, and soar over the plains and mountains of her father's realm. They long to hunt, she knew, to burn and devour their prey themselves.

With a careful hand, she smoothed her fingers along the scales of Lucis' deadly snout. He was closest to her. Rhaenys slumped on the ground and curled up just as Lyanna took flight within the closed den. She followed her dragon's flight path with careful eyes and found that wide portions of the thick stone walls had been charred, all in numerous places. Perhaps the three had gone berserk when the handlers led them here this morning, iron muzzles around their snouts and chains across their necks. And when the men had left and set them loose, it was common knowledge that her dragons tried to break free. Kisara would have gladly taken the task of escorting them here herself, but her father was adamant that she spend her free time that morning in getting properly ready for the arrival of guests.

Rhaenys's nostrils flared wildly, sensing danger just as Lucis backed away from her and growled menacingly. Lyanna was roaring as she flew, stirring gusts of nonexistent wind and clouds of dust. Kisara whirled around and found one of her father's lordly guests standing haughtily within the den, arms folded across his chest as he watched the dragons interact and threaten him. She knew her pets would never strike another human being without her command, but if provoked and agitated enough, the dragons were well in their own right to roast a man where he stood.

"How did you enter, my lord?" She asked politely albeit a frown marred her face. She didn't have to ask who he was. The young man was quite peculiar and famous as of late. Lord Seto Kaiba Rosenkreuz—the heir to the ominous Dreadfort.

He cocked his head at her, nonchalant of the way her dragons were eyeing him. "You left the Narrow Pass open, your highness."

The tone was courteous, but no less patronizing. The dragons screeched and screamed, craning their necks suspiciously towards him. Lyanna was perched on a high cleft in the den, peering down at the intruder with wary eyes.

"I never gave leave to be followed. You should never have entered, my lord. The dragons become restless, and might see it fit to prey on you where you stand, with or without my word to command them."

The lordling scoffed, undeterred as he radiated arrogance and power from his stance alone. He could very well be mistaken for a prince or a king should one not know him.

"So I've been told, her highness's dragons are most enthralling." He murmured, watching the beasts just as warily and curiously as they watched him.

An upset frown appeared. "You must leave, lest they see you as a threat. You are not an enemy to the realm, my lord, and I would prefer that your kin would not accuse me of felling a guest within the palace walls."

Lucis and Rhaenys took flight as well, mirroring Lyanna's actions.

"Your magnificent beasts don't frighten me." He still refused to look at her, keeping his gaze on the dragons that looked at him from every side. "No more than mine own."

That's right. This proud lordling was the master of a famed blue-eyes white dragon too.

"They are not your dragons."

He nodded once. "Darius is my only."

Giving her dragons one last look, she beckoned for him to follow her. Might as well lead him out. He was not going to leave the den willingly on his own. To her relief, she heard his footsteps echoing across the den's closed walls, joining her own. Bright midday sunlight greeted them as they emerged from the den through the Narrow Pass—the way built specifically for man to enter. The main entrance to the Sleeping Dungeon was barred with a twelve-foot tall boulder that required nearly the entirety of her father's soldiers to roll out. On normal days, the boulder was always set aside, leaving the den wide open so the dragons may come and go as they pleased.

"And where is your beast, my lord?" She asked curiously.

In answer, the dragon cried out with a mighty roar. A smirk crept onto his lips as he regarded his pet with pride and hidden affection. Darius—as he called the dragon—was even bigger than Lucis—the largest and fastest growing of the brood. Darius regarded her with the same wary gaze that her dragons had regarded Lord Seto. Dragons were fiercely protective of their masters, that she had come to learn.

"He was out hunting." Seto spoke by way of explanation as to why his dragon was perched on top of the den, looking threateningly at the princess. "Though he came when I called for him."

"How?" She turned to him once more, not entirely worried about the Blue-Eyes preying on her from behind.

"The Flute of Summoning Dragon." He replied simply, and then fixed her with blue eyes gleaming with fire and power, much like the beasts they both owned. "I called him forth because I wished to join his hunt. Would you care to join me?"

The offer was much too frank and direct for her taste, but she was curious as well. Curious as to what the lordling had truly meant with his invitation. Besides, it would be seen as rude were she to refuse the gracious invitation.

"I'd love to."

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"Your Darius is quite taken with my Lyanna."

Her comment earned her a scoff, and an insolent roll of the eyes. The reaction didn't put her off though; Kisara only smiled, watching Seto carefully as he sat cross legged on the stony ground, sharpening his blade diligently.

As of late, and the longer her father's wardens of the realm stayed, she and Seto had seen each other more and more. Queer enough that none of their meetings were preemptive. Bumping into each other at court one day, and seeing him brush his mare's mane on another. One invitation always led to another, and sooner rather than later, she had found herself frequently gallivanting with the intimidating young man. Seto Kaiba Rosenkreuz had always been rumored as cold, unfeeling, heartless, threatening, and cruel; freakishly tall and built almost like a giant from beyond the Wall. The ladies gossiping at court had painted the picture of a monstrous man who scorned human beings just for the sake of being cruel.

The absurd rumors themselves had made our young princess most curious. The day that she had glimpsed Seto Kaiba Rosenkreuz in person, she realized that talk always blew things out of proportion. The heir to the Dreadfort was tall for his age, yes, but the build spoke nothing of straining cords of muscles against skin nor bulging veins warranted to snap at the slightest pressure. The young Kaiba was tall and lean, sporting fiery cobalt eyes, and a mouth that never actually smiled. The day that he had spoken at court when her father had summoned him, she deduced that he did indeed have the waspish personality that he was rumored to have. And though he spoke courteously, every word had been laced with insolent and cruel undertones, concealed perfectly behind an impregnable wall of pleasantries. There were hints of sarcasm every now and then that none of the men at court ever picked up on, save for her.

"Darius hasn't seen other creatures of his kind until now. Small wonder if he's interested with three of yours. Your dragons were born in a litter. They have bred social skills and you imprinted on them when they were born. Darius never had another dragon; only humans, and me and my brother." The explanation made sense, but Kisara wasn't going to let this one go easily.

It was her turn to roll her eyes. "They have met more than a week ago." She argued. "Surely, your dragon's had his fill of my own three. But as of late, Darius always stays close to Lyanna."

"And somehow that leads you to conclude that my dragon is suddenly smitten with yours." Seto looked up then, watching the princess carefully as she collected fallen summer leaves with each stab of her dagger.

"Why, living beings only ever draw close to the opposite sex when one is attracted to the other." She grinned, teasing him as she carefully removed each green leaf from the point of her own honed blade.

Seto chuckled cruelly at her analogy. "Not all the time. Your observation has its holes, Princess." He lifted his sword, examined its edges thoroughly before sliding it back into its scabbard. "Women."

Kisara only smiled and watched as four distinct shapes of dragons made themselves known at a distance, all flying separately. One swooped down as a lance of cerulean fire stroked the blue sky.

Her dragons were finally permitted to roam the realm once more after consecutive reasonings on her part. Her father had not been fond of the idea of allowing them to hunt whilst his guests were present, but three straight days of being cooped up in the Sleeping Dungeons had been more than enough for hostility to fester in her beloved white dragons.

"Keep them caged, but do not be surprised one day should you come to visit them and they kill you on the spot. They have grown restless, and they are not fond of the way you have been keeping them chained." She had argued then, in the king's solar.

"And if they are needed, how are they to be summoned?" The king had demanded then, unyielding.

"Leave that to me."

Seto's Flute of Summoning Dragon was more than adequate. Dragons were solitary hunters, she and Seto agreed, but play the white flute, and white dragons would spawn your location. The Flute itself was never made for summoning one dragon alone. It's music drew everyone of its kind.

The day her father's soldiers had opened the entrance to the pit, her dragons refused to come out and meet the sun. The men were confused, but Kisara knew the creatures meant to scorn them in their frustration. The beasts were far too prideful to take their leave from humans. Lucis had blatantly ignored the unbarred entrance, so did Rhaenys and Lyanna. Thanking her father's men for their service, she had urged them to leave. When only she and Seto remained, the lordling had placed the flute to his lips and played—a straining haunting melody that aroused a commotion from within the dungeon. Her dragons made their burst for freedom, heeding the musical call. The air had come alive with feral roars and fierce wing beats. Seto's own dragon, Darius, joined the three not a moment later.

And today was one of those days where she and Seto had joined the dragons' hunt. She rode Lucis today, while he tried his hand out at riding Rhaenys, who strangely had taken a liking to the brunette almost instantly. The dragons had deposited them at the edge of a stony cliff of a mountain overlooking the variously leveled plains below—at their urging of course. At a near one hundred and eighty feet above ground level, most people would have been frightened, but not her. Not her and her… Dragon Prince.

Her Dragon Prince… It was absurd as it was highly unlikely. A fortnight of spending time together had cultivated her feelings for him. Waspish, cruel, intimidating, and sarcastic were the traits attributed to him by most strangers, but she had seen how he interacted with Mokuba. His little brother loved him far too much. The younger Kaiba obviously held Seto at high regard, admiration had always shown in those grayish eyes of his. Dastardly and insolent he was to others, but Seto had always shown naught but understanding and compassion for his little brother.

In a way, he had treated her more kindly than he did others too. At first, she had taught he had done so out of respect for her higher station, but she found just as quickly that his approach towards was unique in its own queer way. And that Seto Kaiba Rosenkreuz never bent easily to others' wills. He may do so out of duty, but trust him when he tells you he doesn't like what he's doing, and he thinks you're a fool. With Mokuba, he was kindly familial; with her, he was both dastardly and gentle—a combination that surprisingly suited her. It was so…him. His dragon, Darius, seemed to share this similar trait with his master. Darius was fiercer and wilder than any of her three—quick to snap at anybody who bothered or threatened him openly.

"They are fascinating when they hunt." She trailed off, her eyes still glued to the distant horizon where two white dragons were circling the zenith of lesser mountains, their scales glinting silver as the sun stroked them.

"Even more so when they fight and put their enemies to the torch." Seto commented as well. "They were known throughout history to have feasted on the flesh of humans and lesser animals alike."

That was what made them fierce creatures. They submitted to neither man nor beast save for the human who imprints on them when they are born. She had her imprint on the three. It made her wonder if Seto did on his. "You imprinted on Darius, I hope."

Seto's gaze was distant. "A dragon's egg was given to me on my eighteenth name day. It was meant to be nothing but a relic of historical times." He chuckled as he stretched both his legs, and bent the other one at the knee as he settled himself comfortably. "I always kept it at my hearth, because I loved watching as the flames danced around it. Imagine my surprise when it hatched one day, and a tiny white dragon no bigger than a kitten scrabbled up my pants' leg and clung to me."

"Were you frightened?" It was a stupid question, but she was curious and she needed to know. The birth of her three dragons had startled her, but fascination gripped her fiercely more than fear did.

Seto glanced at her before answering. "No." He sighed. "My father's household guards and my father himself were unsettled though. A dragon was a dangerous beast that feasted on the flesh of animals and humans alike, he said. They were never meant to be kept freely in castle walls or left wandering the premises. They had my dragon caged." A moment of silence passed where the howling of the distant wind made itself known and Kisara waited for him to continue his story. "They locked up Darius in a bird cage, much more constricting than the norm, with raw pieces of meat on a small dish and water on the other. And my brother and I were told to keep away from him. But I would have none of it. Darius was mine. The dragon knew it too. He screeched helplessly night and day until I set him free myself. My father's stewards knew nothing about caring for him. They were practically starving the poor thing to death since Darius refused to eat the meat or drink the water."

"Hatchlings are incapable of breathing fire the first few months that they are born." Kisara agreed. Darius would have died if Seto had not taken him out of the cage. "It is no surprise that common man know nothing of the beasts' eating habits. But you knew though, didn't you?"

"I burned the raw meat to crisps and fed them to him from my own hand. I figured that if I wanted my pet to trust me, I had better give him a reason to. Mokuba and I are the only people Darius is truly comfortable being with." Seto's gaze flickered towards her once more. "But now, it seems to me that he has taken a liking to you too. Darius hates my father's company of soldiers and other lords—hates everybody really."

"Too much like his master for his own good." She snickered, and giggled even more when he cast a withering glare at her. Childish as it was, she stuck her tongue out at him all the same.

A gust of wind blew across the heights, scattering fallen leaves and plucking loose ones from tree branches just as the Princess shivered. Dressed in a silk gown with ermine fur linings did naught to shield her from the sudden chill that swept across the place. It was summer in the realm, but the mountains were always cold, and chilly in the warmest of days. Seto took his place behind her then, spreading his legs so she sat warmly on the ground between them. Gestures like this were not new to them now. They had ridden together on Darius once, the day she was acquainted to Seto's dragon. He sat behind her then, his warmth palpable to her even if they hadn't been touching—not truly. He was still close enough.

This time though, Kisara could feel him behind her, his chest pressing lightly against her back. It was enough to have the blood rushing to her face. She was warm now… Warmer than before, might she add. His hands settled on top her own arms that she had crossed over her waist. His chin lay close enough to her own ear, his hot breath beating down gently across her bare neck and shoulders. The proximity tortured her in the best possible way, knowing that she had come closer on one occasion before. They had kissed accidentally once. She had made to kiss his cheek politely, only he turned his head at the last second to say something to her, unaware of her advance, and their lips touched lightly. It never happened again.

"We kissed before, didn't we?" She blurted out carelessly.

If he felt any sort of surprise at the statement, he never showed it. His stance behind her was as unyielding as he normally was.

"An unfortunate accident that should never happen again." He commented, and she frowned slightly.

"Unfortunate?"

He easily took up her unspoken inquiry. "If anyone from your father's court or guests had borne witness to the incident, you and I would have been chastised no matter our reasonings, and I'm sure we can agree that we both don't want that."

"They are naught but empty words made to threaten." Kisara craned her head to the side slightly to look at him, bringing her face even closer because he was looking at her too.

"You are meant to be wed off to a Dornish prince, are you not?" He questioned blankly, his eyes betraying nothing. "Your father has probably heard of your escapades with me, and is no doubt suspicious. He would feel rightly about it too if he had seen the tiny mishap."

The mishap meaning the accidental kiss. Hopeless. Seto was hopeless at times. But that's why she liked him yet again. He was always able to temper her own wildfire will.

"He believes that you and I are friends and that you are coaching me in the ways of dragon handling." She smirked as she turned over one of her hands resting on her stomach to lace her fingers with his. Seto didn't protest, but she felt him stiffen for a fraction of a second at the intimate gesture before relaxing again. His own grip even tightened slightly on her hand.

"Then we shouldn't sit at such close proximity." An insolent smirk tugged at the corners of his sensual lips. It coaxed a smile from her own as she really did kiss his cheek lightly this time.

"Yet you are still holding me." She whispered, his warmth wrapping all around her.

She didn't know who made the first move, but they were kissing all the same when her senses had returned. Her mouth surrendered beneath his as her lips parted to grant him access. Breaths mingled and tongues entwined as searing white hot flames surged uncontrollably through her veins. Tensions were thick and passion stronger as it gripped them both. One of his hands caressed her bare shoulders as they kissed while her fingers wove themselves into his luscious brown locks, pulling him closer until the barest of space between them was nonexistent. They broke apart for a breath of air and she watched him closely as he watched her through a pair of half lidded eyes. The smile that he loved so much greeted him, and he took that smile, took her lips, and kissed and kissed and kissed. It ended with a soft smack, but he only nuzzled her nose as her hand caressed his cheek.

"And I shouldn't have." He murmured, their lips brushing together with each word.

He shouldn't have kissed her… "But?" She whispered, pulling him ever closer.

"But a dragon does what he wants. And I want to kiss you."

A shiver raced up her spine at his sultry words as she nestled further into him, his lips finding hers once more as they both remained oblivious to the silence of the realm beyond and the roar of the dragons farther on.