Chapter 5
When Yvette awoke, she didn't know quite where she was. The bed was vast, enormous, and the room was cold. The walls were grey and stone pillars surrounded her. She thought that perhaps she was dead, until she remembered yesterday.
She wasn't dead; she was just prisoner of the princes of Umora. She had trusted dragons for months now, seeing them as giving her hope and life. They had seemed like kind people, full of compassion. But they had told her stories of the princes on Umora and how they ruled by an iron fist and a lack of compassion for anyone but themselves. She had heard stories of the way Thomas was treated in the army, of how Armand left because he held his Hippocratic Oath above their needs. Armand was still loyal to them, that much was clear. Although, judging by his reaction, she was pretty sure that it was with a heavy heart.
She was here to teach Peter how things were and how they had been, and to teach him English. Enya had told her that Peter was stubborn, difficult, but she could at least help with the language. It would be up to Yvette to figure out the years of dragon culture and communicate it with him in a way that would make sense. It was easy to catch up dragons on Earth history. They had chosen to live on Earth and wanted to fit in, and she, of course, had grown up on Earth. But she knew very little about Umora. She didn't want to admit it, because she was terrified of what they would do to her.
She had to just do her job, get paid, and go home. Armand had said Alexander was a man of his word, even if the others were not. She had to trust in that; she had no other choice.
Breakfast was served to her in bed, and she dressed slowly, trying to delay going downstairs as long as possible. They had told her last night to enter the throne room when she was ready.
Yvette felt odd today, almost floating. She had the proper dose of medications, and she had slept well. But the atmosphere was different, and she would never get used to seeing dragons walking down the grand palace halls.
She had seen them only once before, on TV back on Earth. She realized it was Peter she had been watching on the news, terrified along with the Donizettis as Peter murdered and revealed himself to the world. Her world had not been the same since.
The dragons paid no attention to her as they wandered down the hallways. She knew that they were equally comfortable in dragon form as human form; there was no preference for most of them. They also seemed quite used to humans in the hallway, which made her wonder just how long Enya and Ariel had been here. How long had there been a world above her; how long had humans lived in ignorance?
She only knew the way to the throne room by the antechamber, which was the way that they came in. She opened the door, expecting it to be empty.
She did not expect Peter, arm in arm with a beautiful redhead, to be standing there. Cole, Alexander, and another one who was clearly a brother were also there with Enya. Peter looked handsome–stunning even. He looked exactly like what one would expect a king to look like. Yvette had trouble tearing her eyes away from him, and she felt her heart drop when she saw the redhead. There was clearly some sort of connection, some sort of relationship.
That moment where their eyes had locked in the hallway back on Earth had been nothing, she told herself. He was nice looking, even in her moment of terror.
She did not expect Peter to be wearing a crown on his head, in full royal regalia. The redhead was clinging to his arm, a crown on her head as well.
“Yvette,” Enya said in surprise. “We didn't expect you.”
“Have I interrupted something?”
“No,” Enya said, with a smile. “Stay with me a moment. I'll explain.”
Yvette was desperate for anyone to explain anything to her at that point. She had just gone to stand beside her when all of a sudden, loud trumpets blasted from inside the throne room. Yvette jumped several feet in the air as the door opened. Peter went in first, the redhead on his arm.
“Is that the queen?” she asked.
“It is,” Enya replied, as the rest of the brothers filed in. She signaled to Cole that she would follow later. Cole, the most laid back of the four, shrugged and headed inside with a grin on his face. “But she is not his wife. The dragons follow an equal opportunity rule. The highest-ranking female is queen, even if she isn't married to Peter. In this case, she's married to Alexander. She is called Ariel, and she was a ballerina on Earth. She's a carapace, though, so it's a bit tricky.”
“I know of carapaces,” Yvette replied. She was surprised to feel relieved that he had no romantic relationship with the redhead. And why did she care anyways? She missed Thomas. She loved Thomas. “It's all caused quite a mess, hasn't it? So, she's a princess?”
“Queen of the carapaces and the dragons, at least until Peter marries. And never has there been such an unwilling and informal queen,” Enya smiled. “The other one you haven't met is Nicholas, the middle brother. He's a sneaky one, but I like him. He's not often around the palace, preferring to perform the away duties.”
“He would have been regent, then? Until Peter returned?” Yvette asked, and Enya nodded.
“That's correct.”
“Right,” Yvette took a deep breath. “This is all a lot to take in.”
“It is,” Enya said. “But then, when you consider that you've spent your whole life learning the history of Earth, it's perhaps not that much. It just takes time.”
“I don't know if I can do this.”
“You can,” Enya ensured her. “You've endured much worse.”
The two exchanged a look, the trials of a harsh, medical world passing between them.
“Doesn't that make you a princess?” Yvette asked, at last. “Part of the royal procession?”
“Oh,” Enya shrugged. “Yes, but I've done it enough times. I'm used to a very simple, very unglamorous lifestyle, so I don't participate if I don't feel like it.”
“Flexible princess,” Yvette said, with a smile. Enya shrugged.
“Sure. You have to be if you want to live here. Do you want to go around and watch them?”
“I'd rather just wait quietly,” Yvette said. “If that's all right? I understand Peter has some duties, of course, but I'd like to get started as soon as possible.”
“Of course. Go down the hallway to the left, and you'll find a sitting room. He only has to make an appearance today with Ariel, and then I can send him in.”
“Thank you.” Yvette squeezed her hand. All she wanted was for this whole thing to be over.
It was only half an hour before the door opened. Yvette had curled up on the couch, staring at the ceiling. It was beautiful and high, painted with epic drawings of dragons and of what she imagined was the story of their rule. There was a mural on the wall of what looked like Earth, and the dragons circling above. She was focused on it when Peter came in.
“I can do the balcony,” Ariel said to him, as the door opened. “But just for today, I don't like doing it.”
“Isn't that what you dream of–an ovation of a kingdom?” Peter snapped, with no regard for the fact that Yvette was sitting in the room.
“Nice,” Ariel said. “And you wonder why they don't cheer. That, and I'm prettier. Ciao.”
She half slammed the door, and only then did Peter regard Yvette, who had barely caught any of the conversation.
“Hello,” Yvette ventured. She had wanted to be a teacher when she was a child. Getting sicker meant that she had never followed through on her dreams. Mind you, she wanted to be a teacher for children, not for dragon kings. “Did you have a good…time?” She didn't know what to call it, and she realized quickly that Peter didn't understand much of what she was saying.
Peter stared at her for a long moment before he took a step towards her. She looked so fragile, curled up on the couch. She didn't move, she didn't stand up and bow like he was used to.
“Hello,” he finally repeated, and she smiled. It was the simplest thing, a greeting. He was uncomfortable, and she unsure where to start.
“Is that Earth?” she pointed to the big mural on the wall. She didn't want to give up, not wanting to startle him. Despite being a regal, handsome king, he looked a bit like a deer in headlights.
“Earth,” he repeated, in English. He drew closer to the mural, touching it with one hand.
“It looks like Earth,” Yvette said. She had her hand on her phone. She had been playing a game on it while waiting for Peter. She went to Google something and then realized she couldn't. “Argh.”
Peter turned back to her, cocking his head. She shrugged, indicating her phone.
“No data,” she said.
He took it from her, wordlessly, and began to push some buttons. Yvette thought he was exploring and let him be, picking at a thread at her skirt. But when he handed it back to her, she reacted in surprise.
“Oh, my goodness,” she said with a smile. “You have Wi-Fi.”
She wasn't sure that was what it was exactly, but he had connected her to an equivalent of it. She knew Umora was an advanced civilization, despite the medieval looking palace. Enya had filled her in on just how much they had and how the medical procedures were far advanced. Internet was probably basic.
Just then, Enya came into the room, which made Yvette breathe a sigh of relief.
“Peter, sit,” Enya said in dragon lore. She was struggling with the language and felt inadequate as a trained linguist. Still, she knew she was learning it far faster than anyone ever had, and she thanked her language training for that. Language that had no basis in what she was used to was of course much harder than one that had similar roots.
“I wanted to ask him about the history of the murals,” Yvette said. “Why Earth is on the wall?”
“Uh...” Enya paused, and then rapidly translated to Peter. He started speaking to her, but Enya waived him over to Yvette. “Speak to her. I know you have English words. If you're stuck for a word, I'll give it to you.”
Peter looked frustrated by this, but eventually sat.
“Earth,” he said, slowly. “Because…we are…connected?”
“Connected?” Yvette said, sitting up a bit straighter. “How?”
“We are…” Peter looked to Enya, who screwed up her face in difficulty.
“Related,” she said. “Oh. Dragons and humans descended from the same ancestors. All shifters did. From Earth.”
“From Earth?” Yvette said. “So we are the same? Once upon a time?”
“Once,” Peter replied.
“Oh,” Yvette said, meeting his eyes. Again, there was that feeling–that odd connection–that she couldn't explain. Peter dropped his gaze first, and Yvette drifted back to her phone.
Maybe he wasn't an evil, overlord king. Maybe he was just a confused, lost soul like she was.