Mated to The Dragon Lord

of hair that had worked its way free of his braid during battle, its silver catching the setting sun. There were dents in his chest pla

as a knight had moulded shoulders, arms, and legs with muscle. Months of b

le resumed, as his eyes travelled over the ruins of the last melee. Bodies laid scattered

ing weapons and armour, coin, and jewellery if it could be found,

r guts spilling out onto the grass from a terrible gash along her stomach. The soldier murmure

face to the sky, praying to his god for the innocent animal who ha

e tinder. The mage fire burnt clean so that the Fae Kings that camped up the h

ere within an hour or two and return by morning. It had been months since he h

ans spread like a plague across the land, driving back all others before them, cutting down the forests for their fields

htful heirs of the land, and all who had come before them to be interesting primitives. They were only minimally better than the humans in t

uating the danger of continuing her approach. He eased his expression to neutrality, a

al plates of his armour clanging with each step.

ral clearing. A table had been set there within a ring of torches, although the n

his company – his servants, pages, squires, and quite often a selection from his har

thelwen's sharp boned, handsome face caught Sylvin's eye, and he bit onto his back teeth

o move the figurines that represented the human army across the map that was spread over

," King Talyre continued, and Macedius shot hi

in peaceful times, as each sought to prove himself and his Kingdom superior, and that rivalry was

d be a bitter and savage battle for their thrones, Sylvin predicted, but, unless someone was successful in assassination, o

rellian protested.

will be hoping that we delay a day. We can

over their heads, but he could make it, his eyes ju

wo Fae Lords and moved his

Rithelwen sco

evaluated the new pos

er wrong?" Tal

hter. They were learning that he fought on his own terms, and Talyre, at least, found his refusal to respect the

ickly. I ride for Elliard," he told him and then turned and raised his eyebrows

l but his hands, the point of his nose, and a slice of cheek and chin into shadow, but Sylvin's vis

's lips curle

"Macedius' pet, Lord Rithelwen, has his eye on that Lady and her

in replied. "Always ha

would offer more. When he did not Cerilius shrugged slightly, accepting Sylvin's silence.

ion would be moderated. He mounted his horse, stroking his hand down its neck. It took time to win over his h

the knights that were mounte

h the title of Lord that would now enable him to claim what had always been his. Greshyn was trying to establish

," Sylvi

tials," Ceri

d as he turned his ma