“I didn’t know I was,” Addolgar replied.
“Well, you were.”
The brothers were silent for nearly a minute until Addolgar noted, “You’re awfully tense.”
“Shut up.”
“Braith, I don’t think you’ve met Lady Katarina. Lord Berg’s daughter.”
Braith nodded at the fellow royal.“Now,” the Queen went on, “I thought you would be perfect to travel with Lady Katarina on her way back to the Western Mountains.”
Braith and Katarina locked gazes, and Braith knew in that moment that she was not alone in not wanting to go on this trip.... Katarina didn’t want her to go either. Braith had no idea why Katarina felt that, nor did she care to know since, in the end, they both had the same desire.
The problem was Addiena. How to handle her?
“Your Majesty,” Braith tried, “I truly appreciate this honor, but I’m not sure I’m the best one for such a role.”
“And I’m sure you are. Your father suggested you himself.”
Braith tried not to frown, but it was hard. “My father suggested me for this? Really? My father.”
The Queen laughed. “Oh, Lady Braith. You’re so adorable. See, Lady Katarina? You’ll be entertained by Lady Braith’s humor all the way home. Won’t that be fun?”
Katarina gave a reluctant nod. “Of course, Your Majesty. She seems quite entertaining.”
“Now I’m sure you have,” Addiena sneered, “very important things to do, Lady Braith. We all know how busy you are.” And no, her sarcasm wasn’t lost on Braith or anyone else standing within a twenty-league radius. “But I’d really like Lady Katarina to have a female companion along for this trip. She’ll be simply surrounded by males and you know how those Western Mountain dragons are about their females.” Did she mean the Western Mountain dragons that were, in fact, Southland dragons? Then yes, Braith knew the Western Mountain dragons because they were just like every other bloody fire-breathing dragon in the Southlands.
Gods, this She-dragon!
“But—”
“Now, if you’re concerned that you’ll be at risk on this trip because of those horrible Lightnings and what they did to poor Lady Davon, please, both of you, don’t worry. You’ll be protected by my best escorts. Your father chose them himself, Lady Braith.”
Was that really supposed to mean something to Braith? Because, ya know . . . it didn’t.
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
“Tell me, my Queen,” Katarina asked softly, “will you be sending your troops into the Northlands to retrieve Lady Davon? As you know, the Northlanders do not kill our She-dragons, just force them into a Claiming.”
“I know,” the Queen said, sadly shaking her head. “It’s truly horrible what these Lightnings do to our poor sisters. But sending my army into Northland territory would be seen as an act of aggression with the Hordes and I’m . . . just not sure we’re ready for war.”
Ready for war over one meaningless She-dragon was what the Queen really meant. Because if there was one thing they all knew, her dragon army was always ready for war. They thrived on it the way the Sea dragons thrived on water. Still, the Queen would do nothing until she was ready.
“So we’re agreed?” the Queen asked, although they all knew she wasn’t asking a damn thing. To be honest, Braith would rather her just make it an order. Playing these constant political games with the female did nothing but chafe the bloody scales off Braith’s ass.
Addolgar smiled at his brother’s announcement. “I’d love to,” he announced.
“Of course you would.” Bercelak glared at his brother. “But this isn’t a time for you to be trying to get under some royal’s tail. You have a duty to our Queen. Do not fail her because you’re busy trying to f**k Berg’s daughter.”
Placing his claw against his chest, Addolgar reared back and gasped, “Brother! How could you say such a thing? How could you question my—”
“Oh, shut up.”
Addolgar chuckled. “I don’t know why you’re getting so upset about this. She won’t be the first royal I’ve ever escorted.”
“I’m not upset. But I’m concerned. Something . . .”
“Something what?”
Bercelak shook his head. “I don’t know. But watch your back, brother. With gods-damn Lightnings coming over our borders to snatch our females, we don’t exactly have time to be battling bloody Thracius and the Iron dragons in the west as well. And this is Berg’s daughter we’re talking about. So this is no time to be lazy.”
Addolgar understood that. Lady Katarina’s father and his dragon army kept the Iron dragons, who lived—and plotted—on the other side of the Western Mountains, from trying to invade Dark Plains at every possible opportunity.
Of course, the reason that Katarina had been at Devenallt Mountain for nearly a year was because the Queen had been reminding Lord Berg of her power. Although she’d welcomed Berg’s daughter with open claws, no one was fooled into thinking Addiena cared for her. At least no one but Bercelak, who continued to believe that Addiena was a wonderful queen who just liked to invite royal females to Devenallt Mountain for fun. But anyone not blinded by the Queen’s beauty or, more importantly, the beauty of the Queen’s daughter, knew this was simply a power play by the cold-hearted royal.
Politically, though, it did make sense after what had happened during the Great Battle of Aricia, when the Iron dragon Overlord Thracius had taken the Queen’s consort and had him crucified in Quintilian Provinces. Something that had not bothered the Queen nearly as much as it had bothered the Queen’s offspring. Especially Princess Rhiannon, who’d always been close to—and protected by—her father. Yet her consort’s death had brought her throne under threat, because some Southland dragons didn’t believe she was worthy of her position as their queen if she couldn’t keep her kin safe. That had put Addiena into action, involving Lord Berg and his vast army. But not trusting his loyalty to her or her throne, Addiena had taken his beloved daughter Lady Katarina as security until the borders were secure and her point made.
The word “hostage” was never used, but it didn’t need to be.
Still, no point in mentioning any of that to Bercelak. He was blindly loyal to the Queen.
“I am not lazy,” Addolgar informed his brother. “I’m many things, but lazy is not one of them. But have no fear, Ghleanna told me that we will have a small squad with us and Lady Braith as well.”
“Lady Braith,” Bercelak sneered, his distaste for the royal more than evident. “Why is she going? What use is she?”
“Well—”
“None! That I can see,” his brother cut in, which only made Addolgar laugh.
“Don’t be such a bastard, little brother. She’ll keep the royal entertained.”
“Braith will keep the royal entertained? Braith of the Darkness?”
“She’s nice. I don’t know what you have against her.”
“She does nothing.”
“What do you expect her to do?”
“She’s one of the Penarddun bloodline. You’d think she’d do something,” Bercelak complained.
“Her mother may have been a Penarddun but her father has gone out of his way to ensure his daughter was not by raising her himself after her mother’s death.”
“With those shoulders and arms? Even that neck. It’s a waste! The least she could do for the army is move some trees so the troops can get through.”
“Is there anyone you don’t think should be working for our precious army?”
“No.”
“I’m leaving,” Addolgar stated, giving up.
“Just be careful, idiot,” his brother called out to him.
Addolgar headed off to find the lovely Lady Katarina, throwing a wave over his shoulder. “I’ll do that, brother. I’ll do that.”
“I am sorry about this, Lady Braith.”Braith looked down at the diminutive She-dragon, forced a smile. “It’s all right, Lady Katarina. I know this isn’t your fault.”“Just Katarina.” She stepped aside as one of their escorts hustled by. “I’ll be glad to return home so I have to worry less about all these titles.”“Well, you need not worry about mine at all.”Braith studied the soldiers that had been chosen for this trip. She recognized a few. They were soldiers loyal to her father. She didn’t know why that bothered her, but it did. She didn’t like this.“Something wrong, Braith?” Katarina asked.“Uh . . .” She focused back on the royal. “No. Nothing. Just thinking. Wasn’t really planning on a trip.”“And I wasn’t really planning to come here.” She raised, then lowered her front claws. “Yet here I am.”Braith felt bad for her. This was just a few days out of Braith’s life. Yet Katarina had spent a year as nothing more than a well-treated hostage.Placing one claw on the royal’s shoulde
Addolgar’s head tipped to the side. “But your father’s loyal to the Queen, is he not?”“My father is loyal to my father. I have always made sure never to forget that.”From the camp they could hear Lady Katarina calling out to Addolgar. Something about tea. Braith hated tea.“We’ll be eating soon,” Addolgar said.“I’ll be there in a bit,” Braith replied, turning her body back around to face the lake.Addolgar stood and began to head back to camp. But he stopped just before stepping into the trees.“Want me to save you some ox?” he asked kindly. Why did he have to be so bloody nice? Braith didn’t even bother to turn around. “No, thank you.”She heard him walk off, which wasn’t really hard since he stomped like a moose. Once she knew she was alone, she let out a long sigh.Briefly, she entertained the thought of breaking her oath to the Queen and just flying off. It would be easy enough; no one really cared that she was here. No one cared about her at all. But she knew she couldn’t do
Watched as she grabbed two of the guards by their hair with her talons, using one forearm for each. She yanked them back, flipped both of them up at the same time, and then brought them down hard, their necks snapping in the process. Before dying, the two males cried out, startled at the attack, and the remaining soldiers spun around to face her.The Red snarled, smoke coming from his nostrils. “Your father warned us we might have to kill you. Guess he was right.”The Red raised his sword and charged, and Braith punched. She punched him in the snout. A punch so hard that Addolgar heard bone shatter, saw blood splatter the others. The Red stumbled back, landed on his ass. His snout was pushed back so far, he couldn’t speak and he had to breathe through his open mouth.The others charged, and Braith caught the forearm of one, yanked him forward, and broke it over her other forearm. While still holding him, she brought up her now-free fist and hit the soldier behind her in the face, spun
Rhys, who had been poisoned by more than one female over the years before he’d met and mated with the perfect She-dragon for him, mixed up something to calm Addolgar’s stomach and get him back on his feet.Addolgar was grateful. The poison Katarina had fed him might not have killed him, but it had made him feel like ox shit. Now, however, he was standing over a still-unconscious Braith and explaining to his sister and brother exactly what had happened.And what was at stake.When he was done, Ghleanna looked him right in the eyes and said, “She’d be better off if you kill her now.”“I am not killing her, Ghleanna.”“So you’ll let Addiena do it? Because we both know the Queen will. We both know she’ll enjoy doing it. She’ll take her time with that one, make sure she gets lots of screams.”“Stop. I don’t want to hear this. I’m going to help Braith. It’s up to you whether you help me.”“So what do you want to do?” Rhys asked. “Hide her in your cave?”“I think I should take her home.”Rhy
Addolgar didn’t understand. Ghleanna was a great soldier, but when she lost her temper . . . well, he just knew his sister, and Ailean knew his daughter. So he didn’t understand why his father would stop him from protecting Braith—until he saw Braith protecting herself.It wasn’t Braith’s skills that stopped him in his tracks but her strength, her power.Ghleanna, a true battle-hardened soldier, didn’t bother to play by the dragon rules of fighting etiquette. Instead, she just swung her fist—and Braith caught it. Easily. Shocking even Ghleanna, who couldn’t pull her hand away. After a moment of silence and intense glaring, Braith yanked Ghleanna forward at the same time she swung her free fist. Her knuckles slammed into Ghleanna’s face, blood splattered, and after Braith released Ghleanna’s hand, Addolgar’s sister crashed to the ground. She was out cold, her nose broken from the looks of it.Unfortunately, the other Cadwaladrs that were lurking nearby, most likely using the courtyard
Braith opened her eyes and screamed at what hovered above her, “Gods! Death comes for me!”The horrifying face of death curled its lip at her and growled, “Well, that’s charmin’.” Death sat back in its chair, hands resting on its knees. “This face is not me fault, ya know?” Death looked off, thought a moment. Its finger traced one of the deep gouges across its jaw. “This one actually is kind of me fault.” She pointed at the other side of her face, where part of her chin was missing. “And this one. A bit of barney at the pub.”Braith studied the beast sitting next to her bed. There were so many scars on that face and neck. Gouges. One eye was crystal blue, but the other was a milky white and grey. But that was the eye she felt saw beyond scale and flesh to soul . . . so that it could steal it right from the body.“What are you?”That milky white and grey eye quickly locked on Braith, the blue one slowly coming along for the ride, sizing her up. “Don’t you mean who am I?”“No.”Those di
“It’s more my fight than yours. It was me they’d planned to kill. That alone will bring every Cadwaladr within a thousand leagues to exact revenge. Trust me when I say you don’t want to be in the middle of that shit storm.” “What does it matter? Your family already hates me.” Addolgar gazed at her for several moments before asking, “Why would you say that?” “Because they attacked me in your father’s courtyard?” “Only because you battered Ghleanna. And she only tried to stop you because of me. Actually . . . my kin was quite impressed. Once we wrapped up their wounds and snapped bones back into place. Where did you learn to fight like that?” “My mother. And she learned from her mother. The females on my mother’s side are, what my father has always called when he was feeling nice, hearty.”“Hearty’s good. The Cadwaladrs respect hearty.” Braith couldn’t help but snort a little laugh at that while she tried to figure out where to put her damn hands with these damn manacles and chains
“Mum,” Bercelak kindly said, their mother being one of the few dragons he showed any true respect for. “We can’t just dismiss this. Whether it was Addiena or her mother, this is something that would be considered treachery by any who held the throne.”“He’s right,” Braith said softly, her gaze now on Shalin. “I don’t know why my father did this, whether he has intentions of taking the throne for himself or for someone who has offered him more than Addiena. But whatever his reason, this cannot be ignored. It has to be dealt with.” “Aye, it does,” Brigida announced as she made her slow way back into the hall. She had her walking stick in one hand and a jug of Ailean’s ale in the other. “And what do you suggest, Auntie Brigida?” Ghleanna asked. Brigida stopped by Bercelak’s side and began to tap him on the head with her walking stick. With an annoyed growl, Bercelak got the hint and moved out of the chair and into another one while Brigida took his place and slowly settled her ancient