advertised.
“Let me know if I am too rough.” Arbor was concerned.
“Give it to me as hard as you can.” Myra flexed her hands and quivered in anticipation.
The blades came at her, and she blocked them with her batons. He sliced again and she fought him off, snapping and ducking as he attacked.
Two months of daily practice had finally allowed her to face him with live blades. She kept up until he stepped back with a grin.
“Well done, lover.” Arbor laughed.
“Thank you. At least, now, I can back up the batons when I wear them in the court. I have been getting some strange looks.”
“No one knows what to do with a High Lady who wears weaponry.”
She holstered the batons. “I think you have figured out one or two things.”
He sheathed his blades and stepped toward her. He pulled her in tight and grinned. “I am a man who is devoted to his studies and very adaptable.”
“The most glorious and wise consort that ever there was.” She stroked his cheeks and neck.
“With the most glorious lady.”
He kissed her and lifted her, spinning her around. Their private practice courtyard was inaccessible to all and an excellent place to celebrate her triumph with a little outdoor frolicking.
Lying with him under the sun, she thought of her grandparents and the journey to Fremiat that they were about to undertake. Gel shipping took a lot longer, but in six months, they would be walking the world of their ancestors. They were so giddy at the prospect that they had been packed and ready to go before the call was finished.
Her family would be with her, and her new family would be starting about then. One good harvest and she swore that she would welcome the chance to get pregnant. The women of the new city were already showing signs of carrying daughters. All the little boys were going to have a chance at a mate from their own species, and the girls were going to have a chance at a life with voting rights and a voice in court.
The changes would have to take place for the next generation, but the mothers were only too happy for that to be the case.
As Myra trailed her fingers over Arbor’s chest, she smiled at the thought of the inclusion that no one seemed to object to. Until the daughter reached the age of twenty, her mother could vote on her behalf. Any daughter was an instant ticket to voting and a voice in court.
Baby steps would bring the Kameraets into balance, and Myra had no objection to using the existence of those babies to get her way. It was callous but effective, and she had a species to worry about now.
“Are you ready to hear petitions, love?” Arbor lifted her fingers to his lips.
“No, but I will be at your side.”
“And I will be at yours, at your side, under you, over you and my personal favourite, inside you.” He chuckled and sat up, hauling her to her feet.
She put her leathers back on, put the batons on the sides of her thighs, and she waited for Arbor to finish getting dressed. When he was wearing his black and gold clothing and everything was where it should be, they walked toward the wall that opened just for them. It was time to get back to the thrones and hold court. Day and Night joined in an effort to bring their people home.
Author’s Note
In case you missed it on my other books, I have cut back to three books per month due to mental health reasons (smoke is coming out of my ears). The first two are on the first, and the Terran Times Second Wave will be on the 15 th . Thanks for your patience.
Next month, Numb will lead us back to a world with a fading Avatar in need of a new body and an immortal who wants her body for his own reasons.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
[email protected]
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of
“Let me know if I am too rough.” Arbor was concerned.
“Give it to me as hard as you can.” Myra flexed her hands and quivered in anticipation.
The blades came at her, and she blocked them with her batons. He sliced again and she fought him off, snapping and ducking as he attacked.
Two months of daily practice had finally allowed her to face him with live blades. She kept up until he stepped back with a grin.
“Well done, lover.” Arbor laughed.
“Thank you. At least, now, I can back up the batons when I wear them in the court. I have been getting some strange looks.”
“No one knows what to do with a High Lady who wears weaponry.”
She holstered the batons. “I think you have figured out one or two things.”
He sheathed his blades and stepped toward her. He pulled her in tight and grinned. “I am a man who is devoted to his studies and very adaptable.”
“The most glorious and wise consort that ever there was.” She stroked his cheeks and neck.
“With the most glorious lady.”
He kissed her and lifted her, spinning her around. Their private practice courtyard was inaccessible to all and an excellent place to celebrate her triumph with a little outdoor frolicking.
Lying with him under the sun, she thought of her grandparents and the journey to Fremiat that they were about to undertake. Gel shipping took a lot longer, but in six months, they would be walking the world of their ancestors. They were so giddy at the prospect that they had been packed and ready to go before the call was finished.
Her family would be with her, and her new family would be starting about then. One good harvest and she swore that she would welcome the chance to get pregnant. The women of the new city were already showing signs of carrying daughters. All the little boys were going to have a chance at a mate from their own species, and the girls were going to have a chance at a life with voting rights and a voice in court.
The changes would have to take place for the next generation, but the mothers were only too happy for that to be the case.
As Myra trailed her fingers over Arbor’s chest, she smiled at the thought of the inclusion that no one seemed to object to. Until the daughter reached the age of twenty, her mother could vote on her behalf. Any daughter was an instant ticket to voting and a voice in court.
Baby steps would bring the Kameraets into balance, and Myra had no objection to using the existence of those babies to get her way. It was callous but effective, and she had a species to worry about now.
“Are you ready to hear petitions, love?” Arbor lifted her fingers to his lips.
“No, but I will be at your side.”
“And I will be at yours, at your side, under you, over you and my personal favourite, inside you.” He chuckled and sat up, hauling her to her feet.
She put her leathers back on, put the batons on the sides of her thighs, and she waited for Arbor to finish getting dressed. When he was wearing his black and gold clothing and everything was where it should be, they walked toward the wall that opened just for them. It was time to get back to the thrones and hold court. Day and Night joined in an effort to bring their people home.
Author’s Note
In case you missed it on my other books, I have cut back to three books per month due to mental health reasons (smoke is coming out of my ears). The first two are on the first, and the Terran Times Second Wave will be on the 15 th . Thanks for your patience.
Next month, Numb will lead us back to a world with a fading Avatar in need of a new body and an immortal who wants her body for his own reasons.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
[email protected]
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of
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