Chapter 5
Roars echoed in Ellieth’s ears, and she staggered, pressing her hands against the sides of her head. She was terrified, wind-burned and dizzy, awed from her trip up the mountainside.
“A human?” The dragon on guard had asked her. It sounded amused.
“I’m here with the black dragon,” Ellieth had said, her fingers balled into fists. There was no going back— her horse had bucked her and bolted as soon as the dragon uncoiled itself from the rocks at the base of the mountain.
“Oh? The one who smells of… Elves?” It leaned close. “You smell of Elves, too. So the rumors are true: the Elves and the Humans join forces against us.”
“They need not,” Ellieth said, as bravely as she could. “The war could be ended by peaceful means.”
“The black dragon said the same.” And before she could say another word, it snatched her up in its talons and began to climb, wind whistling past and the air growing ever colder.
“Ellieth?” A black dragon. Savin. Its head swung around to her, and its voice was low and gravelly.
“I came to warn you,” Ellieth told him. “Your brother… the monks think he has done this to you.”
“I thought as much.” Savin bared his teeth in what passed for a dragon’s smile. “Dorel is not quite as clever as he thinks he is.”
“You knew? Savin, why are you here?”
“Because he wishes for peace.” The words came from a dragon so pale and still; Ellieth had mistaken her for a statue. Gold glimmered at the edges of her scales, and her eyes were the same opaque black as Savin’s. Her mind reached out, a brush against Ellieth’s own. “As do you, I think… but the thoughts of humans are strange to me.”
“I do wish for peace.” Ellieth tried to will her muscles to move forward, but could not bring herself to do so. Claws, her mind insisted. Fangs.
“It is quite safe, young one. I will not harm you.”
Ellieth found the courage to place one foot in front of the other, walking quietly with the eyes of the court upon her until she could stand at Savin’s side. Her hand reached out tentatively, and she laid it upon his flank; the muscles shivered beneath her touch, and a wing encircled her protectively.
“This is the human you have married?” The Queen’s voice was amused. “She is brave. A fine mate.”
“Yes.”
It occurred to Ellieth that they were speaking in the human tongue for her sake alone.
“Have you come to an accord?”
“There is much to decide yet,” Savin told her. “And my father must agree. Perhaps yours as well. But I will put the case to him, and—”
“And be executed for treason,” a new voice said. It was a low drawl, familiar, and Ellieth felt her hands clench as she turned.
“Hello, Dorel.”
He jerked backwards at the sight of her, and his men— ten Elves, dressed in the deep blue uniform of the most elite soldiers— raised their weapons. A magical portal swirled behind them, a way up the mountain Ellieth could only envy.
“Ellieth?” He was attired in armor now, and Ellieth thought it suited him well— better than the clothing of velvet and doeskin he had worn in the court. How had she not seen his duplicity at once? He tried to smile. “Has my brother kidnapped you? Have no fear, Your Highness. Come here and you shall be safe.”
Savin growled, low in his throat.
“You seem strangely unsurprised to find him in this state,” Ellieth observed. She did not move from Savin’s side. “Perhaps you were only waiting for the black dragon to arrive, and then… pretend to find evidence of treason?”
“There is nothing to pretend,” Dorel said. He was smiling, a truly cold smile, and his crossbow was still trained on Savin. “Bargaining with the enemy, most particularly without our father present, is a grievous offense.”
“An offense you lured him to commit,” Ellieth said heatedly. Anger was beginning to speed her heart. She could feel herself flush, all the more so when Dorel smiled.
“You truly are exquisite, my dear. Come here to me. We need speak nothing more of these wild accusations— I will forgive them. And when Savin is cut down in his treachery, I will speak to my father on your behalf. You shall have an Elven husband, Ellieth, do not fear.” His gaze traveled over her face, her body, as if he would possess her— as if he would take her there on the floor of the dragons’ court, in full view of all of them.
“Do not look at me so.” Ellieth stepped back, shocked, and Savin’s growl resonated in her bones.
“You want everything that is mine,” he hissed at his brother. His tail lashed and his claws ground into the rock of the floor, creating new gouges over the thousands that already scored the surface. “You have always wanted whatever was mine. You were never content to be second.”
“Would you be?” Dorel snapped back. “Always the second-best horse, the second-best suit, the second-best bride. Never the throne. And now I will have it all. You know, brother— it did not have to be this way. You did not have to come here.”
“If it had not been this, it would have been something else. Do you truly believe you would have stopped here?” Savin urged Ellieth to one side and began to pace, circling so that Dorel was forced to turn, putting his back to the dragon queen. “And this— this I can be proud of. What, did you hope to prove yourself to our father in war? How many must die for your ambition, brother?”
“Just you, I think.” Dorel’s face twisted, and there was the click of an arrow being locked into place.
“Dorel, please!” Ellieth heard her own voice ring out. “Do you really think you can get away with this? Take your brother’s place, be his heir, take everything that belonged to him?” She squared her shoulders. “Did you think I would never have discovered what you did?”
“Yes,” Dorel spit. “You would never have known anything. If you’d just stayed in Elfhame where you belonged, we could have been married when I returned. You would have been happy, would you not? Not having Savin, so cold, so perfect. But instead; me. You know you liked me better. You cannot deny it.”
“I did not! I was glad of your kindness when I thought Savin despised me, nothing more.”
“You’re just like him.” Dorel raised one eyebrow. “You don’t know when to shut up, either.”
“This is between us.” Savin’s tail lashed.
“Is it? I don’t think so. Her Highness must make a choice: to come home with me while I lie to our father on her behalf and tell him that she was abducted, that she is blameless… or to stay at your side, and die here— a terrible choice, really, my dear. You will have destroyed the alliance that kept your people safe. This is aiding and abetting my father’s enemies.”
Fear gripped her. If Dorel won, if Savin was killed…
She could see it now, the Elven mages wielding bolts of arcane energy, laying siege to human towns, turning the citizens into mindless slaves. She had heard the stories. And Dorel would do it, too— he would do it to spite her.
Suddenly, she felt a rush of courage. He would not kill her, for then, whom would he lord over in his victory? He wanted a beaten down slave, a woman broken by his will. So desperate was he to have anything that Savin had touched, that he would keep Ellieth alive… under threat of death, if need be. And that gave her an idea.
Her fingers, hidden by the black wings, patted gently against Savin’s side. Please trust me, she pleaded silently. He must trust her.
“I’ll come back with you.” She walked around Savin’s side, holding her hands out in surrender.
“You will?” His eyebrows raised.
Careful. Don’t make it too easy.
“I can’t…” Ellieth tried to feign tears, blinking and looking down. “I can’t let you hurt my family. Please, Dorel.”
Behind her, the growl started again, low and vicious.
Please trust me, Savin.
“Why should I believe you?” Dorel asked her.
Ellieth walked closer, hardly breathing in her terror. The crossbow was still trained at her heart. One false move…
“You know I would do anything for my sister,” she whispered, in a flash of inspiration. Give him a bargaining chip. Let him think he can control you. And she saw the lust in his eyes, cruelty flaring at the thought of another beauty in his power. He knew, as Ellieth did, that Allina would say the same thing: I would do anything for my sister.
“Anything?” He asked thickly, and she could feel his gaze on her; her throat, her shoulders, and her hair in its mesh caul.
“Anything,” she whispered passionately.
It was enough. As his eyes darkened with lust, Ellieth’s hand came up, weighted with a rock from the floor. Her hand met his temple with jarring force, and he fell to the floor with a thud. Ellieth snatched up his crossbow, pointing it at the warriors he had brought, and felt her stomach drop with terror. There were ten of them— and she had just killed their leader.
The dragon queen’s roar deafened them all. The soldiers staggered, running for the magical portal, and Ellieth scrambled for the shelter of Savin’s wings. When the echoes died away, there was only a throaty laugh.
“Ah, how they run.” The queen’s voice was low, amused. “And how fiercely you humans fight! You may be small, human, but I would not test my soldiers against yours. Princeling, tell your king that I will come myself to bargain with him, if he will treat with me in good faith. If he wishes it, he need only shine a beacon from the towers of Elfhame, and I will come.”
“Your Majesty.” Savin nodded.
“And you, I think, should return with one of my guards. Now that your brother is dead, the curse on you is beginning to lift.” The queen eyed Savin impassively. “And I think it would not do for the King’s second son to die in my court, and his first to fall from the mountaintop.”
She laughed again, and Ellieth could only assume that this was what passed for a joke amongst dragonkin.
“I shall see you soon, Elf. And you, Human.”