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waiting for the other shoe to drop, she guessed.
Aurum stood. “We heard your petition during the assembly, Princess. Yet you keep restating it. Your submission is not a condition of your request being honored.”
“I have no reason to trust that you will follow through, I guess. So, if you want my submission that badly, you’d better honor my request, and all the other ones that were made.”
It wasn’t precisely anger that flashed through Aurum’s eyes, but something like intense frustration. Frustration not unlike what ached deep in Rowan’s core at the moment.
“You do need my submission, and badly, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yours and your mate’s, yes.” The Gold’s gaze heated when she looked at Rafe. “His love for you is what is keeping him from giving in. If things change the way you hope them to, this generation will need strong guidance from someone familiar with the new world we live in.”
Aurum seemed sad when she turned back to Rowan. “We always encouraged bonds of love for all dragons. We knew some would follow out of a sense of obligation, but most would be happy with the humans who woke them. We chose the ascendant teams so carefully. The team that awakened this generation was perfect. Each human an ideal mate for a single dragon among the Court. It’s the first time we’ve been so lucky. We finally had hope that our work would bear fruit. But then the matings didn’t go as we intended. The Catalyst wasn’t meant to choose a mate from the Court, yet he did. The Guardian was meant to have a single female mate. The Twins were meant to be a choice for the young Dimitri to make, yet he somehow succeeded in waking them both.”
“I’m sorry things didn’t go your way,” Rowan said, “but that’s no reason to punish the dragons for the choices the humans made.”
“On the contrary. In spite of our carefully made plans going awry, the results were even more amazing than we could have imagined. When the Catalyst’s Twins were conceived, we wondered if it was only in the areas where we had no control—where the Brood made their choices against our wishes—that the results we hoped for might finally be achieved. And then when you arrived, we were presented with another sign that in spite of how rigorously we make our plans, fate has a way of asserting itself. You are a miracle, as are the unborn children of the Catalyst. So we have decided to let fate take its course. We are giving up, Rowan. After we finish here, you will have your wish. The Court will take over jurisdiction, and we will simply control the use of the Verdanith as we did before.”
Rowan’s heart ached for the tall, lovely woman. She involuntarily pressed at her bindings, hoping to comfort Aurum, but the tightening of the coils reminded her there was still no escape.
“What do you think went wrong with your plans?” Rowan asked.
“You did. But it was inevitable anyway. We were fools to think we had full control. Dragons have always been victims of fate and we thought we might stay a step ahead of it for a change. We were wrong.”
“Wrong about what? Just me? I’m sure I’m not the only one out there like me.”
“No. But you’re the only one birthed of two generations of Queens. The only one who could be a harbinger of what might come.” She lifted a delicate hand to Rowan’s cheek. “Your presence here is enough of a sign that we were mistaken all along. We have failed and it is up to your generation to protect our race.”
“Protect us from what?” Rowan asked the question even as every other member of the Court in the Glade sent it to her telepathically.
“That I can’t yet say,” Aurum replied. “But we know we are in danger without your help.”
“You’re giving up… allowing the Court to rewrite the laws. Yet you still seem intent on punishing us. Why?”
“Punishment is necessary for more than just censure. It’s also a test to determine whether you are a viable conduit to
Aurum stood. “We heard your petition during the assembly, Princess. Yet you keep restating it. Your submission is not a condition of your request being honored.”
“I have no reason to trust that you will follow through, I guess. So, if you want my submission that badly, you’d better honor my request, and all the other ones that were made.”
It wasn’t precisely anger that flashed through Aurum’s eyes, but something like intense frustration. Frustration not unlike what ached deep in Rowan’s core at the moment.
“You do need my submission, and badly, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yours and your mate’s, yes.” The Gold’s gaze heated when she looked at Rafe. “His love for you is what is keeping him from giving in. If things change the way you hope them to, this generation will need strong guidance from someone familiar with the new world we live in.”
Aurum seemed sad when she turned back to Rowan. “We always encouraged bonds of love for all dragons. We knew some would follow out of a sense of obligation, but most would be happy with the humans who woke them. We chose the ascendant teams so carefully. The team that awakened this generation was perfect. Each human an ideal mate for a single dragon among the Court. It’s the first time we’ve been so lucky. We finally had hope that our work would bear fruit. But then the matings didn’t go as we intended. The Catalyst wasn’t meant to choose a mate from the Court, yet he did. The Guardian was meant to have a single female mate. The Twins were meant to be a choice for the young Dimitri to make, yet he somehow succeeded in waking them both.”
“I’m sorry things didn’t go your way,” Rowan said, “but that’s no reason to punish the dragons for the choices the humans made.”
“On the contrary. In spite of our carefully made plans going awry, the results were even more amazing than we could have imagined. When the Catalyst’s Twins were conceived, we wondered if it was only in the areas where we had no control—where the Brood made their choices against our wishes—that the results we hoped for might finally be achieved. And then when you arrived, we were presented with another sign that in spite of how rigorously we make our plans, fate has a way of asserting itself. You are a miracle, as are the unborn children of the Catalyst. So we have decided to let fate take its course. We are giving up, Rowan. After we finish here, you will have your wish. The Court will take over jurisdiction, and we will simply control the use of the Verdanith as we did before.”
Rowan’s heart ached for the tall, lovely woman. She involuntarily pressed at her bindings, hoping to comfort Aurum, but the tightening of the coils reminded her there was still no escape.
“What do you think went wrong with your plans?” Rowan asked.
“You did. But it was inevitable anyway. We were fools to think we had full control. Dragons have always been victims of fate and we thought we might stay a step ahead of it for a change. We were wrong.”
“Wrong about what? Just me? I’m sure I’m not the only one out there like me.”
“No. But you’re the only one birthed of two generations of Queens. The only one who could be a harbinger of what might come.” She lifted a delicate hand to Rowan’s cheek. “Your presence here is enough of a sign that we were mistaken all along. We have failed and it is up to your generation to protect our race.”
“Protect us from what?” Rowan asked the question even as every other member of the Court in the Glade sent it to her telepathically.
“That I can’t yet say,” Aurum replied. “But we know we are in danger without your help.”
“You’re giving up… allowing the Court to rewrite the laws. Yet you still seem intent on punishing us. Why?”
“Punishment is necessary for more than just censure. It’s also a test to determine whether you are a viable conduit to
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