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who is looking around as if expecting an attack at any moment.
"My Lord Dracul," Jennifer says. "I believe that the Queens of the Council have words to add to these proceedings."
The door opens again and Queen Nephetitia walks in, then Dao, Tikachi, and bringing up the rear is Anastasia. Dracul's eyes widen at the sight of his Queen. I don't believe she's attended a Council meeting in four or five centuries, though only a fool believes she doesn't have influence in this chamber.
Each of the Queens walks forward and takes their seat next to their King. The chamber fills with the soft murmur of private conversations. Some of the Kings look less than pleased, especially Neville of the Blue. Marathe is absolutely livid.
"King Dracul," she says the words sputtering from her mouth. "What is the meaning of this? We were about to vote and close this matter once and for all. This is highly unusual-"
Dracul has an ability to communicate more with his eyes than any other person I've encountered. His stare at Marathe cuts her off mid-sentence. She falls silent looking to either side while Green and White stare at their compatriots then lean together seeking each others' counsel.
"Jennifer, I am led to understand that you have something to add to these proceedings?" Dracul says.
I sit up straight. This is going to be good.
Chapter thirteen
Jennifer
I stand stiff as a board. Despite the return of my memories I'm nervous. This is the most important speech of my life. Hell, all my lives. The eyes of all the Council members are on me and though I come with an alliance pre-built, it's tentative. If I fail to sway their Kings at least some, this can all still fall apart.
"Lord Dracul, thank you for allowing me this time to speak."
"She has no voice in these chambers!" Marathe yells.
"Agreed," Queen Narissa of White adds.
I wait. I expected this. Archer rests a hand on the small of my back which calms me. He's my rock.
"We will allow her voice," Dracul says. "These are strange times and unusual circumstances."
Marathe fumes and opens her mouth to say something more but then she snaps it shut. I hear Logan chuckle behind me and the corners of my mouth tremble as I resist the urge to laugh along with him. Yes you bitch, hear what I have to say.
"Council. Esteemed Peers. These are indeed strange times. We listen to stories from the dawn of time. Fables or fairy tales but in so doing I believe it is important that we examine and discuss history in full."
"Yes, yes," Narissa says. "Do you have a point?"
I lock eyes with her and smile. "Indeed I do. Let me make it more plainly. I have been having discussions with my fellow Queens-"
"She is NOT a Queen!" Marathe says jumping to her feet and pointing an accusing finger.
"I stand corrected, with some of the sitting Queens. Specifically we have discussed, and I believe there is a consensus that stems from the oldest of our history, so old in fact as to be almost mythical. That consensus revolves around what makes a Dragon Queen?"
"She wastes our time. We all know what makes a Queen!" Marathe interjects again but this time I ignore her.
"It's much more than the ability to give birth to shifter children. If that was the only requirement than there are many of our lines and Clans that could fill the role but they don't."
Archer's hand remains at the small of my back. He begins tracing a small circle with one finger. Calm and supporting. I draw strength from him.
"A Queen is the Heart of her people," I say.
As I speak the allied Queens again lean in and whisper to their husbands. Nephetitia catches my eye and smiles. The others nod as I continue.
"When our men go off to war, we're the ones who are home. We're the ones who make sure the needs of our people are met. Needs, not just of the body, but of the soul. When our people grieve, we grieve. When one of our Clan is lost, it's like we lose a child of our own loins," I choke up and have to stop. Elise.
Tears fill my eyes and I
"My Lord Dracul," Jennifer says. "I believe that the Queens of the Council have words to add to these proceedings."
The door opens again and Queen Nephetitia walks in, then Dao, Tikachi, and bringing up the rear is Anastasia. Dracul's eyes widen at the sight of his Queen. I don't believe she's attended a Council meeting in four or five centuries, though only a fool believes she doesn't have influence in this chamber.
Each of the Queens walks forward and takes their seat next to their King. The chamber fills with the soft murmur of private conversations. Some of the Kings look less than pleased, especially Neville of the Blue. Marathe is absolutely livid.
"King Dracul," she says the words sputtering from her mouth. "What is the meaning of this? We were about to vote and close this matter once and for all. This is highly unusual-"
Dracul has an ability to communicate more with his eyes than any other person I've encountered. His stare at Marathe cuts her off mid-sentence. She falls silent looking to either side while Green and White stare at their compatriots then lean together seeking each others' counsel.
"Jennifer, I am led to understand that you have something to add to these proceedings?" Dracul says.
I sit up straight. This is going to be good.
Chapter thirteen
Jennifer
I stand stiff as a board. Despite the return of my memories I'm nervous. This is the most important speech of my life. Hell, all my lives. The eyes of all the Council members are on me and though I come with an alliance pre-built, it's tentative. If I fail to sway their Kings at least some, this can all still fall apart.
"Lord Dracul, thank you for allowing me this time to speak."
"She has no voice in these chambers!" Marathe yells.
"Agreed," Queen Narissa of White adds.
I wait. I expected this. Archer rests a hand on the small of my back which calms me. He's my rock.
"We will allow her voice," Dracul says. "These are strange times and unusual circumstances."
Marathe fumes and opens her mouth to say something more but then she snaps it shut. I hear Logan chuckle behind me and the corners of my mouth tremble as I resist the urge to laugh along with him. Yes you bitch, hear what I have to say.
"Council. Esteemed Peers. These are indeed strange times. We listen to stories from the dawn of time. Fables or fairy tales but in so doing I believe it is important that we examine and discuss history in full."
"Yes, yes," Narissa says. "Do you have a point?"
I lock eyes with her and smile. "Indeed I do. Let me make it more plainly. I have been having discussions with my fellow Queens-"
"She is NOT a Queen!" Marathe says jumping to her feet and pointing an accusing finger.
"I stand corrected, with some of the sitting Queens. Specifically we have discussed, and I believe there is a consensus that stems from the oldest of our history, so old in fact as to be almost mythical. That consensus revolves around what makes a Dragon Queen?"
"She wastes our time. We all know what makes a Queen!" Marathe interjects again but this time I ignore her.
"It's much more than the ability to give birth to shifter children. If that was the only requirement than there are many of our lines and Clans that could fill the role but they don't."
Archer's hand remains at the small of my back. He begins tracing a small circle with one finger. Calm and supporting. I draw strength from him.
"A Queen is the Heart of her people," I say.
As I speak the allied Queens again lean in and whisper to their husbands. Nephetitia catches my eye and smiles. The others nod as I continue.
"When our men go off to war, we're the ones who are home. We're the ones who make sure the needs of our people are met. Needs, not just of the body, but of the soul. When our people grieve, we grieve. When one of our Clan is lost, it's like we lose a child of our own loins," I choke up and have to stop. Elise.
Tears fill my eyes and I
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