What A Dragon Should Know. G.A. Aiken

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      She eased the door open a bit, and her father looked in to see Gwenvael blowing his nose into a cloth and continuing to make choking noises. Dagmar raised her brow. “Unless I suddenly turn into Eymund…I’m relatively certain I’ll be just fine.”

Chapter 10

      “My lady? My lady, please wake up.”

      Morfyd opened her eyes. “What is it, Taffia?”

      “You’d best hurry, my lady. The guards have called out warning that your mother approaches.”

      “I’ll be down in a bit. The suns have barely risen.” Then she turned and buried her head into a warm, hard chest.

      “My lady, if you do not go down to meet her, she will come up here.”

      “Mhhm.”

      Yes, yes. Her mother coming up to her room, seeing her cuddled up to Brastias…

      Morfyd jolted awake, her entire body tensing as she sat up. “Good gods! She’s here? Why is my mother here?”

      “I don’t know, my lady. But she approaches and will land soon.”

      Scrambling out of bed, Morfyd pointed to her wardrobe. “Get my robes, Taffia. Hurry!” She saw Brastias watching her. “Don’t look at me like that.”

      “Like what?”

      She sighed impatiently, pouring water into the bowl on her basin. “I can’t tell her. Not yet.”

      “Then when? When will you tell any of them?”

      “Do you like having your arms and legs? Because my brothers will ensure that you do not. And my father—” She shuddered at the thought. Bercelak the Great had torn the wings off a young dragon once who’d stopped by her parents’ cave nearly every day for an entire moon cycle to prove his love to Morfyd. Her father had been incensed. “You’ve only turned forty!” he’d yelled, shaking her poor suitor’s wings while blood flew around the chamber. “You’re a child!”

      “How long will you keep using your family as an excuse?” Brastias asked softly.

      She glanced at him over her shoulder and realized he’d already gotten out of bed and was nearly dressed, heading toward the window.

      “It’s not that easy,” she told his back while he pulled his shirt on.

      “It’s easy enough for the rest of your kin.”

      “You can’t compare us to what Fearghus and Briec—”

      “I’d better go.” He pushed the window open and easily climbed through it and out onto the tiny ledge. She had no idea how he managed to do it every night and morning, but she’d be eternally grateful that he did.

      “Brastias, wait.”

      He pivoted toward her on the balls of his feet, those large feet the only things that kept him from falling, if not to his death then definitely to a broken body part or two.

      “I love you,” he said. Then he was gone.

      Morfyd had no idea how long she stood there, gazing at the spot he’d been standing in like some kind of lovesick child. He loved her? He’d not said it before now, and she knew he wouldn’t have said it unless he meant it. And, tragically, she loved him as well. Could either of them be more foolish? Taffia tugged at her elbow. “My lady? Your mother.”

      “Yes, yes.”

      To say she was in no mood to see her mother would be an understatement, but she had no choice. Quickly donning her witches’ robes, Morfyd dashed down to the first floor, through the Great Hall, and out into the courtyard. They’d expanded the size of the courtyard nearly two years ago to accommodate the comings and goings of dragons, and most of the humans were quite used to them now. But none were used to the Dragon Queen. Her mere presence brought out the dragonfear in nearly all the humans who served Annwyl.

      Morfyd watched as her mother landed. Beside and behind her were the loyal dragon guards who protected the Dragon Queen with their very lives. Not an easy task when her mother insisted on shifting to human and demanding of all that could hear, “So where’s the whore?”

      Briefly closing her eyes, trying to rein in her rarely shown temper, Morfyd said, “Stop calling her that.”

      “Well, that’s what she is, isn’t she? The whore who betrayed my son?”

      “Why do you refuse to believe she carries Fearghus’s babes?”

      “Because it’s impossible.”

      “Of all beings, Mother, you should know that anything is possible once the gods are involved.”

      A panicked scream sounded and Morfyd stomped her foot at the sight of one of Rhiannon’s guards holding a stableboy in his mouth.

      Frustrated, Morfyd snapped, “Mother!”

      Her mother huffed impatiently. “Fine. Fine. Put him down, Cairns.”

      “But my queen”—the dragon guard whined around a mouthful of screaming human—“I’m hungry.”

      “Then go to the clearing and get a cow or something. But put him down!”

      The human, rudely spit out, rolled across the courtyard grounds. Morfyd signaled to Taffia, and her trusted assistant went to care for the poor boy.

      “Now where is she?” her mother snapped. “Where is the whore of Garbhán Isle?”

      “I can’t believe you’re still not talking to me.”

      “And I can’t believe you wouldn’t bring my dog.” Dagmar waited until Gwenvael settled in a clearing no more than a league or so from their destination—if she was guessing correctly—before she slid off his back. She tried to walk away, but her legs wouldn’t hold her steady and she had to grab onto the dragon’s neck to keep from falling to her knees.

      “Gods!” Gwenvael growled, ignoring her discomfort. “Are we here again?”

      “Yes! We are here again. You saw how upset he was!”

      “Woman, he’s a dog! And I am not a beast of burden to carry your pets around.”

      “He’s more than a pet. He’s my companion and protects me.”

      “I’ll protect you now.”

      “And somehow that gives me so little ease.”

      The dragon moved away and Dagmar stumbled, almost falling. But his tail landed against her ass, keeping her upright…and taking liberties!

      “Oh!” She planted her feet firmly, reached back, and slapped at his exploring tail. “Stop molesting me with that thing!”

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