Fire Dragon's Baby (Dragon Shifter Scifi Alien Romance) (Elemental Dragons Book 1) by Juno Wells, Scarlett Grove Page B
Authors: Juno Wells, Scarlett Grove
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mistreatment. And impregnation before being launched into space for a year is not something the females of Earth are used to. While Earth humans are comfortable with the mating lottery and their integrated Draconian culture, opening the lottery to distance planets is new to them. We must take the female’s concerns into consideration.”
“Of course,” Salvatt said. “The comfort of our human brides is of utmost importance to the princes of Galaton as well.”
“Prepare your samples,” the minister said. “We will take care of everything else.”
“One more thing, Minister,” Magmus said. “The princes of Galaton have decided the lottery will only be opened to us until we each have an heir. After that, we will allow our dukes and earls and the rest of our lords to enter. After that, the common people.”
“As you know, that would be highly unusual for an egalitarian society such as ours, Prince Magmus..”
“As you know, General, the culture of Galaton predates your newly formed one on Draconia by millions of years. These are our ways.”
“Of course,” the Minister stated. “We do not wish to impose our laws onto an independent planet like Galaton. We wish to continue to count on you as part of the Draconian collective. The concern of the Mating Council is the health and safety of our brides. If we can ensure that, we can allow you to distribute inclusion into the mating lottery at will.”
“I'm glad you agree, Minister,” Prince Salvatt said.
“I bid you farewell. Good luck with your human brides.”
The minister’s image disappeared from above the stone table. The princes looked at each other, crossing their arms and growling.
“Who among us will be first to produce an heir?” Magmus said, his brown eyes shifting like tectonic plates.
“We enter the lottery at the same time, and hope for the best,” Shay said.
“What if one of us does not find a mate?” Elait asked. “What happens to his kingdom then?”
“It is not up to us to decide,” Salvatt said. “This Council of Princes has protected each of us and the four kingdoms for the last hundred years. But there is nothing any of us can do if one of us does not find a mate. It is up to fate to decide. As it is with all things,” Salvatt said.
“As it is with all things,” the others repeated.
“I suggest we each return home and prepare our seed to be sent to our females. We will wait for our samples to arrive before we enter the mating lottery. It will help shorten the mating impulse,” Elait said.
“Agreed,” Shay said. “We will enter the lottery when our samples arrive.”
With that decided, the princes rose from the stone table, and walked through the exit that represented his own land. Salvatt walked through the obsidian door, facing the south and his world of fire.
He strode across the landing platform, looking out into the windswept distance. The borderlands, where all elements touch, glistened in the light of the twin moons. Salvatt’s black eyes flashed as he opened the exit ramp of his speeder with the holocom on his wrist.
He took the pilot's seat and flicked his fingers over the holographic screen. It took to the sky and headed south from the borderlands, across the tropical forests that covered most of his domain. He sped closer to the center of his realm, where the great volcano rose from the molten core of Galaton. Its constant lava flow spread out in the lava beds that surrounded the volcano.
When the Obsidian Fortress, his home, came into view, Salvatt angled his speeder onto the landing pad and landed with ease. As he descended the exit ramp, he was greeted by the crimson skinned Admiral Ikoro, his second in command.
“How was your meeting?” he asked, falling into step with Salvatt as they walked towards the glittering double doors to the fortress.
Both men wore the heavy armor of a Galatonian warrior. Their breast plates were emblazoned with a red dragon against a yellow sun that was the brand
“Of course,” Salvatt said. “The comfort of our human brides is of utmost importance to the princes of Galaton as well.”
“Prepare your samples,” the minister said. “We will take care of everything else.”
“One more thing, Minister,” Magmus said. “The princes of Galaton have decided the lottery will only be opened to us until we each have an heir. After that, we will allow our dukes and earls and the rest of our lords to enter. After that, the common people.”
“As you know, that would be highly unusual for an egalitarian society such as ours, Prince Magmus..”
“As you know, General, the culture of Galaton predates your newly formed one on Draconia by millions of years. These are our ways.”
“Of course,” the Minister stated. “We do not wish to impose our laws onto an independent planet like Galaton. We wish to continue to count on you as part of the Draconian collective. The concern of the Mating Council is the health and safety of our brides. If we can ensure that, we can allow you to distribute inclusion into the mating lottery at will.”
“I'm glad you agree, Minister,” Prince Salvatt said.
“I bid you farewell. Good luck with your human brides.”
The minister’s image disappeared from above the stone table. The princes looked at each other, crossing their arms and growling.
“Who among us will be first to produce an heir?” Magmus said, his brown eyes shifting like tectonic plates.
“We enter the lottery at the same time, and hope for the best,” Shay said.
“What if one of us does not find a mate?” Elait asked. “What happens to his kingdom then?”
“It is not up to us to decide,” Salvatt said. “This Council of Princes has protected each of us and the four kingdoms for the last hundred years. But there is nothing any of us can do if one of us does not find a mate. It is up to fate to decide. As it is with all things,” Salvatt said.
“As it is with all things,” the others repeated.
“I suggest we each return home and prepare our seed to be sent to our females. We will wait for our samples to arrive before we enter the mating lottery. It will help shorten the mating impulse,” Elait said.
“Agreed,” Shay said. “We will enter the lottery when our samples arrive.”
With that decided, the princes rose from the stone table, and walked through the exit that represented his own land. Salvatt walked through the obsidian door, facing the south and his world of fire.
He strode across the landing platform, looking out into the windswept distance. The borderlands, where all elements touch, glistened in the light of the twin moons. Salvatt’s black eyes flashed as he opened the exit ramp of his speeder with the holocom on his wrist.
He took the pilot's seat and flicked his fingers over the holographic screen. It took to the sky and headed south from the borderlands, across the tropical forests that covered most of his domain. He sped closer to the center of his realm, where the great volcano rose from the molten core of Galaton. Its constant lava flow spread out in the lava beds that surrounded the volcano.
When the Obsidian Fortress, his home, came into view, Salvatt angled his speeder onto the landing pad and landed with ease. As he descended the exit ramp, he was greeted by the crimson skinned Admiral Ikoro, his second in command.
“How was your meeting?” he asked, falling into step with Salvatt as they walked towards the glittering double doors to the fortress.
Both men wore the heavy armor of a Galatonian warrior. Their breast plates were emblazoned with a red dragon against a yellow sun that was the brand
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