A Tale of Two Dragons

He walked off and Katarina faced her again.

“Sorry about that—” Braith began, but Katarina shook her head.

“No need to worry. I understand that feeling. Felt it myself not too long ago.”

“Well, if we could just keep it between us, I’d appreciate it.”

“Because there are those here who use weakness as currency?”

After living at the royal court, it seemed Katarina understood the Queen as well as anyone.

“You might say.”

“Don’t worry, Braith. Your secret is safe with me.”

“You two ready?” Addolgar asked. “Have everything you need?” When they both nodded, he gave that adorable, wide grin of his, showing all those perfect fangs, and swung his forearm out from his body. “Then after you, my ladies.”

Determined to get through this somehow without embarrassing herself, Braith nodded and walked on, Katarina right behind her.

Then Braith realized something.... She had no idea how far away the Western Mountains actually were. A couple of days’ travel? Gods. Hopefully not more than that.

Early on the fourth day of their trip, they camped for the night in a small grove. They still had at least another three-day flight before reaching the Western Mountains, but so far they’d made good time, considering it was nearing winter and the winds were beginning to howl.

Yet today’s trip had ended early when Lady Katarina, who had been doing so well, with few to no complaints so far, suddenly announced she was getting tired. Addolgar understood; she seemed a frail thing. At least by dragon standards, she seemed frail.

So they’d settled here for the night. It was nice. Lots of trees, a lake nearby, and some tasty-looking oxen a few miles away. Addolgar never needed much more than that.

He settled down beside a large oak, his back pressed against the trunk so that his wings could get a good stretch. He’d rest for a while before searching out that oxen so he could eat, then take night watch.

Just as Addolgar began to get comfortable, Lady Katarina softly stepped up beside him.

“Lord Addolgar,” she greeted.

“Just sergeant, I’m afraid, Lady.”

“An earned title,” she mused. “Much more admirable, I assure you.”

Enjoying the compliment, Addolgar asked, “Do you need something, my lady? Or Lady Braith?”

“Oh, she’s fine. A little fed up with this traveling. I think she believed this to be a much shorter trip, but she’ll probably go down to the lake in a bit to relax. Actually, though, I’m about to make some tea. Would you like some?”

A royal? Making something for a low-born Cadwaladr? Who would have thought? “That would be lovely.”

“Give me a few minutes then.”

“Of course.”

Feeling elated by the obvious attention of Lady Katarina—she was making him tea!—Addolgar relaxed back and let out a contented sigh. As he waited, watching the lovely Lady Katarina move around the campfire, he noticed Braith heading off into the woods toward the nearby lake. She had her head down as she silently eased away. No one noticed, which he expected was what she wanted.

Braith sat down by the river. Her back legs stretched out in front of her, her claws resting on her knees, and her wings stretching out from her body.

She’d admit, she couldn’t stand to watch another second. By the gods, the fawning. The fawning!

It was all so easy for them, wasn’t it? The pretty ones. It was as if the males felt an inherent need to coddle the pretty ones. Did their beauty make them somehow weaker?

Nor did it help that Lady Katarina was inherently sweet. It would be easier if she were a right bitch like most royals. But instead, she was polite, charming, and damn pretty.

Braith wanted to hate her, but she just couldn’t. The bitch.

She heard movement in the trees, and Braith stood on her haunches and raised her claws, curling them into fists. Addolgar the Cheerful lumbered out of the trees, stopping when he saw her raised fists. He blinked hard.

“A bit nervous?” he asked.

“Aren’t you?”

“No.” Addolgar glanced off, silent for a moment, then asked, “Should I be?”

“Can you honestly tell me you feel comfortable here?”

“Oh. Do you think we should travel as human?”

Braith took a breath and reminded herself that this was Addolgar. He wasn’t quite like his brother Bercelak. Although that could be why she actually liked him, because he wasn’t his brother Bercelak.

“That’s not what I meant.” She turned her body a bit so she could see Addolgar clearly. “I don’t trust these guards.”

Addolgar stepped closer. “Why not?”

Braith did not answer right away. She might be attracted to Addolgar, but that didn’t mean she could trust him. In fact, Braith trusted few, which was why she spent most of her time alone in her cave. It was safer.

Addolgar knelt down on one knee, one forearm resting on his massive thigh.

“What is it, Braith?” When she still didn’t answer: “You can trust me.”

Perhaps she could, but Braith had been protecting herself by herself for more than a century, since the death of her beloved mother, when her mother’s kin had sent her a letter saying they wanted nothing to do with her because she had her father’s blood coursing through her veins. So no, she wouldn’t suddenly confide in Addolgar the Cheerful, but what she would say was, “Watch the guards. They are loyal to my father, not to the Queen.”