The Princess' Dragon Lord (13 page)

“We've had more than that already. The Great
Lady in heaven only knows what your folk have been doing since
Dagda vanished, or even while he ruled.”

“I know, but...” Now she was the one to trail
off. “I want us to have our honeymoon. We never got that before,
and I want us to have it now.”

He squeezed her tightly. “You fear that once
you're given control back of your kingdom that we'll have no alone
time together?”

“Not that,” she said, getting up onto one
elbow to have a look at him. “I don't want to take over a kingdom
at all.”

Not only that, but her memories were still a
fresh wound she was dealing with. Sometimes she wouldn't remember
her mother or sisters at all until the scent of a flower, or the
reflection of the lake at dusk came in through the windows, and
then she would cry. Not even Azoth could console her during those
times when she was reminded of friends and family that were now
gone, and the only thing he could do was let her alone until the
pain lessened enough so she could calm herself.

That wasn't exactly the description of a
strong leader.

He lifted a single brow, studying her.

“Does that upset you?” She asked.

He shrugged. “No. It is not my kingdom to
decide anything with. I suppose I'm just shocked. I was certain you
would want to go back.”

Diana bit her lips together, knowing what he
meant. Her memories of living in this world, this time, still felt
so real, even though she knew that, for the most part, they
weren't.

Some of them were real, she knew that much,
knew it in her gut, but the real memories didn't even matter
anymore. She'd gone back to the school where she worked only a
couple of days ago, hesitant and smiling at Claire, the woman who
oversaw all appointments, tours, and strange visitors who served no
purpose at all.

Claire hadn't known who she was. When Diana
had walked up to her desk, smiled and said hello in the same tone,
in the same manner, that she always did, Claire just smiled back
and returned the greeting in the way one did when greeting a
stranger. The whole time, the woman's calculative gray eyes were
sharp behind her stylish glasses with the metal leaf frame.

Diana then proceeded to introduce herself and
make an inquiry about any possible positions teaching art, still
waiting for Clair to recognize her.

“Actually, it's the strangest thing,” Claire
said. “Our last teacher suddenly retired, so there is an opening
available.”

Claire never remembered her at all, and as
the woman whom Diana once considered to be a good friend gave her
the website and e-mail where she could send her resume, Diana had
fought tears.

It was as if she hadn't existed at all.

“I don't know how to run a kingdom. Mab,
Mother, never had to teach me, being the youngest of eleven.”

Azoth nodded, understanding. “Nor I. I
wouldn't even be able to advise you on the subject.”

Diana traced a finger along the ridges of his
chest, playing up to his nipple, and watching as it hardened under
the teasing of her finger. “I was thinking, if you wanted, that we
would eventually tell them we're here and alive, but then leave all
the ruling to whoever the fae people want to put in charge.
Something tells me that, princess or no, they won't be too keen on
me showing up after a thousand years gone, suddenly wanting to take
over. I don't even know if things are different now compared to
then.”

The fae people, hadn't been spelled forward
through time, like she was.

At least, that's what she and Azoth had
figured Nyx had done. It was the only explanation for how she had
never aged. Given a somewhat new appearance, new memories, and then
shot forward through time. No such thing had happened with the fae
or dragons. Their lives had gone on, new generations started and
long since grown up, who only knew of Mab and her daughters through
stories.

Azoth sighed. “Especially with me on your
arm. With their king dead, my hands are now responsible for the
deaths of nearly every member of your royal house. Regardless of
whether you arrive, alive and well, I doubt there will be much
forgiveness or trust for me among the fae.”

Diana wished with everything inside her that
he wasn't so goddamn right.

“But I would like to return to the mountains
and the dragons
some
time. If only to visit the land and see
if any of my brothers or their descendants still live.”

“Of course,” she agreed, latching onto any
idea that would make him happy. “Yes, definitely. I wouldn't want
to keep you from your home.”

“Calm your thoughts, I did not think that's
what you were doing.” Azoth petted her hair, drawing her back onto
his chest.

Warmth spread through her. “Then we can stay
here?”

He looked up and around the peaceful scenery.
The birds had begun to chirp and twitter their morning song, and
the yellow sun was now higher in the sky, still casting long
shadows in the blades of grass and trees, but having entirely
chased away the night and wet dew.

“For however long you wish it. Now,” his hand
sliding between them to cup and gently squeeze her breast, still
free from her bra as it was still so early. His hand felt like it
belonged there. The other hand, found its way under the blanket and
trailed down to the curls between her legs.

“You were playing with me a moment ago,” he
said as her nipple became tight under his touch. “I would very much
like to finish what you started.”

Diana tossed away the comforter.

The End

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“You are such an idiot, Jo,”

“Excuse me?” Jo fell back a step at the
insult and at his lover's eyes, whose glare was hard upon him. It
was not a jibe lovingly delivered, but one meant to sear and
cut.

And it did.

Jo became angry then, his body tightening,
his fingers curling into fists, his wings ruffling like those of an
affronted bird. The wings were invisible to the men Frederik had
stationed on the grass of his vast garden, some ten feet from where
they were having their argument. But Jo's emotions were not as
concealed as his wings, and the bastard vampire could see his ire
clearly. Yet Jo's anger seemed to elicit no response from Frederik
at all, other than an unsympathetic demeanor.

“Ye know damn well I cannot stay on earth
unless I become mortal. What is so idiotic—?”

“The
plague
, you fucking fool.”

Frederik seethed. For the first time, Jo saw
something akin to hatred gleaming within those angry eyes. The
servants crossed themselves at the mention of the disease.

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burned hotly in every chamber of his home, and pits also flickered
high in several spots surrounding it as a measure to keep the rats
and fleas away from the mortals under Frederik's care. It was
midnight, and, though the full moon cast its usual silver glow,
'twas hardly noticeable with the fires that sizzled and popped
around them. 'Twas nearly as bright as day.

Frederik's face shone wet with sweat from the
heat. “If you become mortal, the plague will consume you, as it has
done everything else, and you are stupider than I imagined if you
think for one moment that I will transform you into one of my kind.
I won't go to hell for anything, not you, not anyone.”

“I never suggested ye change me into a
vampire
.” Jo's voice rose with impatience.

Frederik's servants hardly blinked at the
word. They knew perfectly well what they served. Jo sensed the fear
in them, not of their master, but of the plague that raged across
nearly the whole of the mortal land and of the possibility they
would lose their lives to it should Frederik not transform
them.