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Authors: Georgette St. Clair
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that was when their luck ran out.
The streets were filled with dragons and shifters and humans strolling through town, shopping, chatting. As Cadence and Orion headed back to the center of town to meet Frederick, a cluster of unfriendly looking men stepped out of an alleyway and blocked their path. Their eyes flashed blue – ice dragons.
One of them, Cadence recognized – unfortunately. Humphrey Leominster. Five hundred years old, looked about seventy. He had white hair and sharp lines creasing his forehead, and he looked down his long, aristocratic nose at her. He was obscenely wealthy, and a distant relative of hers through her father’s clan. He had his own clan on the other side of the north mountain range.
He stalked up and tried to grab her arm. Orion let out a warning blast of flame and leaped in front of her.
Several fire dragons hurried over to back Orion up, and stood glaring at the ice dragons, with smoke drifting from their nostrils.
Humphrey haughtily pulled a rolled-up parchment from a cardboard tube, and unrolled it. It was written in blue ink that glittered.
“This is a proclamation from the Elders,” he said. “It states that I may claim her as my mate, since she is long past the minimum age of first mating…”
“Hey! I’m freaking twenty-five!” Cadence glared at him. Was a five-hundred-year-old actually calling her long in the tooth? Or long in the fang, as the case may be?
Humphrey continued. “And she has not yet elected to declare an interest in any other available mates from the appropriate clan. Any eligible ice dragons may meet me in the sky if they wish to battle for her. That is, of course, assuming that she is not fertilized with my eggs first. And since that will happen tonight in my bedchamber, she shall be my eternal mate.”
“Fertilize? Your bedchamber? Your eternal mate?” Cadence said in horror. “I would literally rather hurl myself off a cliff right now, and I do not know how to fly.”
“Not an option,” Humphrey sneered. “Not before you’ve given me at least half a dozen dragonlings, including a male heir. After that, I may hurl you off myself.” He looked her up and down. “Of course, as long as you are my mate and therefore representing my clan, I will need to have my tailor destroy every piece of clothing you own and design you more appropriate garb.” Ugh. Five-hundred-year-old who had clearly not evolved with the times. And also, Cadence absolutely meant that about hurling herself off a cliff.
“She’s not going anywhere,” Orion said, stepping in front of her. “Because in fact, she may already be fertilized with my eggs.”
“What?” Humphrey gasped in outrage. “You…you bespoiled her?”
“Oh, puh-leeze,” Cadence snorted. “I was bespoiled when I was in high school. And it’s happened several times since. I’m more bespoiled than milk left in the hot sun for a week, in fact, so I’m no good to you. You should just fly on back home.”
“There has been no wedding,” Humphrey continued, ignoring her.
“Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t affect what happened in my bedchamber. The law says that if she is carrying my eggs, then nobody else can claim her, and tests won’t show whether she’s carrying those eggs or not for several weeks. So flap off, Humphrey.” Orion’s eyes glowed red. “Or we can take to the sky right now.”
Humphrey took a step back, eyes flashing blue with anger, and a cold cloud of vapor rushed from his nostrils.
“This is unprecedented,” Humphrey spluttered. “It is outrageous. I shall demand the Elders hand her over to me.” He stormed off, with his men following him.
She was too shocked even to fight over the temperature as Frederick drove them back to Garrison Keep.
“Are you sure you want to go that far?” she asked him. “What will happen in a few weeks when it turns out that I’m not carrying your dragonlings?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Who says you won’t be?” he said with a roguish
The streets were filled with dragons and shifters and humans strolling through town, shopping, chatting. As Cadence and Orion headed back to the center of town to meet Frederick, a cluster of unfriendly looking men stepped out of an alleyway and blocked their path. Their eyes flashed blue – ice dragons.
One of them, Cadence recognized – unfortunately. Humphrey Leominster. Five hundred years old, looked about seventy. He had white hair and sharp lines creasing his forehead, and he looked down his long, aristocratic nose at her. He was obscenely wealthy, and a distant relative of hers through her father’s clan. He had his own clan on the other side of the north mountain range.
He stalked up and tried to grab her arm. Orion let out a warning blast of flame and leaped in front of her.
Several fire dragons hurried over to back Orion up, and stood glaring at the ice dragons, with smoke drifting from their nostrils.
Humphrey haughtily pulled a rolled-up parchment from a cardboard tube, and unrolled it. It was written in blue ink that glittered.
“This is a proclamation from the Elders,” he said. “It states that I may claim her as my mate, since she is long past the minimum age of first mating…”
“Hey! I’m freaking twenty-five!” Cadence glared at him. Was a five-hundred-year-old actually calling her long in the tooth? Or long in the fang, as the case may be?
Humphrey continued. “And she has not yet elected to declare an interest in any other available mates from the appropriate clan. Any eligible ice dragons may meet me in the sky if they wish to battle for her. That is, of course, assuming that she is not fertilized with my eggs first. And since that will happen tonight in my bedchamber, she shall be my eternal mate.”
“Fertilize? Your bedchamber? Your eternal mate?” Cadence said in horror. “I would literally rather hurl myself off a cliff right now, and I do not know how to fly.”
“Not an option,” Humphrey sneered. “Not before you’ve given me at least half a dozen dragonlings, including a male heir. After that, I may hurl you off myself.” He looked her up and down. “Of course, as long as you are my mate and therefore representing my clan, I will need to have my tailor destroy every piece of clothing you own and design you more appropriate garb.” Ugh. Five-hundred-year-old who had clearly not evolved with the times. And also, Cadence absolutely meant that about hurling herself off a cliff.
“She’s not going anywhere,” Orion said, stepping in front of her. “Because in fact, she may already be fertilized with my eggs.”
“What?” Humphrey gasped in outrage. “You…you bespoiled her?”
“Oh, puh-leeze,” Cadence snorted. “I was bespoiled when I was in high school. And it’s happened several times since. I’m more bespoiled than milk left in the hot sun for a week, in fact, so I’m no good to you. You should just fly on back home.”
“There has been no wedding,” Humphrey continued, ignoring her.
“Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t affect what happened in my bedchamber. The law says that if she is carrying my eggs, then nobody else can claim her, and tests won’t show whether she’s carrying those eggs or not for several weeks. So flap off, Humphrey.” Orion’s eyes glowed red. “Or we can take to the sky right now.”
Humphrey took a step back, eyes flashing blue with anger, and a cold cloud of vapor rushed from his nostrils.
“This is unprecedented,” Humphrey spluttered. “It is outrageous. I shall demand the Elders hand her over to me.” He stormed off, with his men following him.
She was too shocked even to fight over the temperature as Frederick drove them back to Garrison Keep.
“Are you sure you want to go that far?” she asked him. “What will happen in a few weeks when it turns out that I’m not carrying your dragonlings?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Who says you won’t be?” he said with a roguish
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