Loving Two Dragons (Awakening Cycle Part 4) (BBW Dragon Shifter Paranormal Romance) by James D Horton
Authors: James D Horton
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CHAPTER ONE
Jennifer
"Lou, it's been a month. There has to be something we can do to find them," I say.
Lou stands in front of the small wooden desk I'm working at. I'd had no idea how many little things there would be to deal with when people depended on me. My life used to be just taking care of me. In the past few weeks I've gone from that to being responsible for an entire group of people in exile and being the Queen of many who are still trapped under the reign of an evil bitch.
"My Lady, we're doing everything we can but without Remy..."
I nod. The absence of Remy is almost harder than Archer and Logan being lost. Remy has command of magics that no one else comprehends much less can wield. If he was free then we'd probably not be having this issue.
"I have a meeting with Nephetitia. I'll ask her if she can assist us in freeing Remy from Marathe's spell."
Nephetitia is the Queen of the Black Dragons.
Lou grimaces before nodding. He doesn't trust the Black's. He doesn't trust anyone right now. I don't blame him, how could I? Everyone has turned against us apparently but Black is giving us shelter. An offense in the Council's eyes if they were to be found out. That alone makes us allies and right now I desperately need any ally I can get.
"Yes Ma'am." He turns to leave but stops in the doorway and looks back. "Ma'am? Be careful. Please."
"Of course Lou. Thank you."
Lou's a good man but his heart is broken. I see it every time he reports. The fire's gone. Elise's death tore at him the same as it did me. Now I think he's driven solely by revenge.
There's a soft knock on the door before it opens. Nephetitia walks in, her dark skin almost ebony like her husband’s. Regal is too weak a word for the Black Queen. She walks with an air of control. Her face is somewhat harsh, nose wide and slightly flat, but for all the severity of her appearance there is also beauty. Soft lips that have small lines at the corners showing she smiles often and her eyes are dark but bright and sparkling. I bow at the waist as she enters giving her the respect of her position.
"Pshaw child," she says. "Those formalities are not needed with me."
She holds her arms out and I step around the desk and embrace her. She kisses me once on each cheek. I rest my hands on her shoulders.
"I wish only to show due respect and thankfulness for the kindness you have given to myself and my people."
Her smile broadens. "Truly you are coming into your own as Queen."
"A Queen without a throne unfortunately."
She motions toward two chairs which we take. "A Queen is not her throne."
"No of course not but still nothing requires that you and your Clan take us in."
"Nothing?" she asks staring with a harsh look.
The room fills with the chill of her disapproval and I scramble to catch up to where things have gone off the rails.
"I mean no offense ..." I trail off unsure what to apologize for.
"Offense? You imply that Black's alliance is fickle and prone to the shifting winds."
"Oh, uhm, no. Please, I'm so sorry that's not-"
She cuts me off with a wave of her hand. "It is neither here nor there child, but these are the things you must master and do so at a faster pace than is fair. The other Kings and Queens will twist your words and use what you say to tie you into knots. They have centuries of experience where you have but weeks to master the skills."
I inhale deeply as a chill runs up my spine. Acid fills my stomach leaving me queasy and a sense of vertigo grips my mind. So many traps, so many things to learn. Memories are returning and it's getting easier but most of my past, things I used to know, are covered in fog. I feel them at times but I don't know them.
"I understand."
"Do you? What I really wonder is do you know what it is to be a Queen of the Dragons?"
I hesitate to answer. I want this woman's respect but if I answer to quick then she'll think me thoughtless. If I wait too long then I'm clueless. More, I don't know what it is she's
Jennifer
"Lou, it's been a month. There has to be something we can do to find them," I say.
Lou stands in front of the small wooden desk I'm working at. I'd had no idea how many little things there would be to deal with when people depended on me. My life used to be just taking care of me. In the past few weeks I've gone from that to being responsible for an entire group of people in exile and being the Queen of many who are still trapped under the reign of an evil bitch.
"My Lady, we're doing everything we can but without Remy..."
I nod. The absence of Remy is almost harder than Archer and Logan being lost. Remy has command of magics that no one else comprehends much less can wield. If he was free then we'd probably not be having this issue.
"I have a meeting with Nephetitia. I'll ask her if she can assist us in freeing Remy from Marathe's spell."
Nephetitia is the Queen of the Black Dragons.
Lou grimaces before nodding. He doesn't trust the Black's. He doesn't trust anyone right now. I don't blame him, how could I? Everyone has turned against us apparently but Black is giving us shelter. An offense in the Council's eyes if they were to be found out. That alone makes us allies and right now I desperately need any ally I can get.
"Yes Ma'am." He turns to leave but stops in the doorway and looks back. "Ma'am? Be careful. Please."
"Of course Lou. Thank you."
Lou's a good man but his heart is broken. I see it every time he reports. The fire's gone. Elise's death tore at him the same as it did me. Now I think he's driven solely by revenge.
There's a soft knock on the door before it opens. Nephetitia walks in, her dark skin almost ebony like her husband’s. Regal is too weak a word for the Black Queen. She walks with an air of control. Her face is somewhat harsh, nose wide and slightly flat, but for all the severity of her appearance there is also beauty. Soft lips that have small lines at the corners showing she smiles often and her eyes are dark but bright and sparkling. I bow at the waist as she enters giving her the respect of her position.
"Pshaw child," she says. "Those formalities are not needed with me."
She holds her arms out and I step around the desk and embrace her. She kisses me once on each cheek. I rest my hands on her shoulders.
"I wish only to show due respect and thankfulness for the kindness you have given to myself and my people."
Her smile broadens. "Truly you are coming into your own as Queen."
"A Queen without a throne unfortunately."
She motions toward two chairs which we take. "A Queen is not her throne."
"No of course not but still nothing requires that you and your Clan take us in."
"Nothing?" she asks staring with a harsh look.
The room fills with the chill of her disapproval and I scramble to catch up to where things have gone off the rails.
"I mean no offense ..." I trail off unsure what to apologize for.
"Offense? You imply that Black's alliance is fickle and prone to the shifting winds."
"Oh, uhm, no. Please, I'm so sorry that's not-"
She cuts me off with a wave of her hand. "It is neither here nor there child, but these are the things you must master and do so at a faster pace than is fair. The other Kings and Queens will twist your words and use what you say to tie you into knots. They have centuries of experience where you have but weeks to master the skills."
I inhale deeply as a chill runs up my spine. Acid fills my stomach leaving me queasy and a sense of vertigo grips my mind. So many traps, so many things to learn. Memories are returning and it's getting easier but most of my past, things I used to know, are covered in fog. I feel them at times but I don't know them.
"I understand."
"Do you? What I really wonder is do you know what it is to be a Queen of the Dragons?"
I hesitate to answer. I want this woman's respect but if I answer to quick then she'll think me thoughtless. If I wait too long then I'm clueless. More, I don't know what it is she's
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