By the time the three siblings’ conversation is over, it is nearing midnight, and Alcina is quite exhausted. She just barely manages to stumble to her room, where she heads immediately for one trunk in particular.Perseus and Orion practically tackle her to the floor the moment she opens it, snuffing and clicking in unfettered joy.Alcina giggles, squirming when the dragons nose their snouts against her cheeks and neck, and it takes nearly ten minutes for the two to stop wriggling with wild excitement.After that, all Alcina has the energy to do, is to change into her nightgown and dig up her sleeping mask from the bottom of her trunk.She glances at the closed door separating her and Brendan’s bedroom with a bitten lip.* * * * * * * * * *Brendan is stretched along his bed, a book open in his lap when he hears the separating door open.He looks up and watches as it swings slowly, carefully, slender fingers visible where they’re wrapped around the edge of the door.And then, Alcina’s
Alcina parts from Brendan with a pout and somewhat unwillingly, as Alfred has requested his sister’s company to the library in House Warner’s possession.Brendan, meanwhile, decides to head to the soldiers’ courtyard to seek Lincoln for another spar.He is accosted, having hardly made it down the hallway, by Nordin Brown.The man, wearing his beauty like the most lethal armor in the world, adorned in a chic, classic blue suit, storms up to him with a radiant smile on his lips that somehow manages to convey a world of pain. At his waist, Brendan can see the gleam of silver, his sword swinging at his side.“Good morning, Lord Brendan,” Nordin greets, as though he had not openly denounced him just the day prior.Brendan smirks. “Good morning,” he replies pleasantly enough.When Nordin nears, his beautiful smile drops into something far more predatory. Brendan thinks to himself that this man would have not at all been out of place in the center of a warzone, decapitating enemies left and
Brendan is in the middle of conversing with a nobleman from one of his kingdom's prominent families when abruptly, the man pauses in his tale. He turns and is---- spellbound.Alcina stands before him, a figure sublime in the pale blue fabric and golden threads she wears, cheeks rosy as she bites her lower lip with a bashfulness that makes something in Brendan's chest heave. Under the glittering, dazzling lights of the crystal chandeliers, surrounded by a room full of extravagant nobles dressed in silks and laden with enough diamonds to fund several wars, Alcina - who wears no jewels but for the small, barely visible diamonds on her ears - somehow shines brighter than any gem or star Brendan has ever seen. Brendan's eyes are unable to tear away from the vision that Alcina is, like a midsummer's dream come to life by some hazy miracle.Alcina shifts, hand nervously tracing the embroidery along her side. She seems entirely unaware of the way that she's holding the stupefied attentio
From across the dancefloor, Nordin pauses with a flute of champagne halfway to his lips. Having grown tired after a set of several songs, he and Alfred had retired to the sidelines, seeking to mingle and enjoy the refreshments offered at the ball. He looks to the dancefloor, where he sees Alcina be dipped dramatically down by his intended, a shriek of giddy laughter escaping her lips, a joy so potent written on her features that it’s almost painful to watch.He hasn’t heard such- happiness from her sister.Not so unrestrained and loud.Alfred places a gentle hand on his lower back, grounding him, and Nordin’s eyes burn. “She is happy,” Alfred murmurs in his ear, and with a sigh, Nordin leans back against his chest. Together, the two of them watch their younger sister dance in the middle of the crowd, the effervescent joy radiating from her features making her glow brighter than any of the countless people surrounding her.* * * * * * * * * *In the morning, Alcina wakes with far mo
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.Lord Alfred ought to have known better than to summon the evil by speaking them into existence.It happens while the three men are gathered in Alcina's room that night. In the Heartlands, it had been the regular custom for Alfred and Nordin to spend time with their younger sister at the end of the day.Nordin, with well-practiced hands, deftly tames Alcina's hair with a brush as Alfred peruses the stack of books accumulating in the corner.Brendan had been unable to leave, not with Alcina looking at him with such an imploring gaze. He's now flipping quietly through one of his own books from the floor, seated beside Alcina's nightstand, where the girl is currently having her hair attended to."This is a pretty brush," Nordin comments idly, eyes fixed on his task before him.Alcina smiles. "Brendan acquired it for me," she says, not without a furtive glance in said lord's direction.Brendan doesn't look up from his book, but his lips do press tog
When Alcina wakes, it is with a gasp and cold sweat breaking on her forehead.She opens her eyes, desperately attempting to flee the horrifying images dancing behind her closed eyelids. It grounds her, in the next moment, that she can feel the warmth radiating from Orion and Perseus, like twin flames circling her head.They had been nearly inconsolably agitated earlier when she'd finally returned to Brendan's room where they'd been waiting.They'd felt the spike of fear running through Alcina's heart at the intruder's attempt. They had nearly thrown themselves at the separating door in order to get to her.There's a constant brand, now, in the back of her mind, in the form of two fierce, nearly bloodthirsty protectors. It isn't at all a bad feeling.Heart still hammering in her chest, she looks wildly around the room. Her panic subsides only when she sees Brendan standing by the door - evidently, having just returned.Lips trembling, Alcina reaches out with a hand and sinks into the h
The moment Nordin ambles into the hearing vicinity, Alcina puffs up with all the irritation of a younger sibling scorned.“Brother,” she hisses, looking not unlike a ruffled kitten. “What do you think you are doing?!”Nordin rolls his eyes. The dramatics with this one. Though he supposes he cannot blame her when it had been Nordin who practically raised her, after all.“I was testing your future husband’s mettle,” he drawls. “You are welcome, by the way.”Alcina makes a strangled sound in her throat just as Brendan approaches from behind Nordin. “You- testing him, for what, you almost ran him through-”“Alright,” Brendan protests churlishly. “I was not almost run through.”Nordin snickers.“Yes,” Alcina snaps heatedly. “You were.”Brendan stares at her in mild affront. Just whose side is this girl on?Alcina turns back to Nordin with a scowl. “What would you have done if he- wait.” Alcina blinks. “Wait, did you- what did you just call him?”Future husband.In the time since he and Alf
The dragons continue to grow. They are still relatively small, enough that Alcina can cradle each of them in her joined palms, but no longer small enough that she could do so one-handedly. As Orion and Perseus grow in size, so do their personalities, each growing louder and louder inside of Alcina’s head until she has to learn anew how to tune out the dragons’ sensations from her own. Their fire-breathing capabilities, too, become confirmed, as both of them have recently begun to snort out brief jets of fire when they’re agitated.It’s all in harmless fun for now, but Alcina dreads the day they grow more masterful with their flames and isn’t at all sure how she’s going to tackle that particular hurdle when it arrives.Perseus, as of late, has grown particularly attached to Brendan, such that he’s found sidling up to the lord at least half the time, even in Alcina’s own presence.There’s a part of Alcina that wonders with mortification whether it’s a matter of transference, given tha
That afternoon, Alcina takes off for the Heartlands with Perseus to inform her family of House Warners’s decision, while Brandon remains behind to see Percy and Darla off.When Brandon makes his intentions known to the soon-departing lords of the Ranges, there’s hardly a pause before Percy shrugs.“Very well, then.”Brandon raises a brow. “Is that all?”Darla grins, razor-sharp and vicious. “I’ve wanted to gut those pathetic vermin for a while now,” she says as she stretches her neck, languid and incredibly dangerous.Conversational. “Ever since they reared their stupid heads and tried to act like lions instead of the prey that they are.”Ever since they managed to escape unscathed from the massacre of the wedding at the Heartlands, Darla’s been unsettled. Like a shark that smelt blood in the water, only to have lost its prey.Darla has the kind of bloodlust that won’t settle until she’s standing above the carcasses of her chosen prey.Percy merely smiles, as warm as an indulgent love
They say that Captain Lincoln of the Western Plains’ military is a man unmatched, for he carries with him the favor of the goddess of victory, herself.Stella thinks they might be mistaken.For watching him now - watching the way he leaps into battle with nothing but a sword and his gleaming armor, having stepped down from his steed because he does not wish to risk harm to his horse makes Stella think-He is the god.Stella wishes to never fight another day in her life and has loathed fighting and everything it means and entails, but even she cannot deny that Captain Lincoln in battle is nothing short of mesmerizing.What a frightening man, to make something that Stella loathes like no other, into something- strangely beautiful.Even as the other men under Lincoln’s command have charged in to engage the others in combat, Lincoln remains at the front lines of the conflict, a dancing hurricane flitting across the ground to leave devastation in its wake.He takes on two, three, five, eve
A figure has come to stand beside her, tall and broad and armor gleaming under the moonlight, white teeth sparkling in a roguish grin-“Commander?”It cannot be.But it is.Commander Lincoln stands before her with all the casual grace of a man out for a stroll, confidence is as alien as it is captivating on the shoulders of a person who stands on a battlefield and yet still somehow manages to look as though he is at home.Stella gapes at him.Lincoln smiles.“What- wh- what are, what are you-““The cavalry has arrived,” Lincoln announces grandly, cheerfully. Always so bloody incomprehensibly cheerful, how-“What?”Lincoln’s smile turns just an edge softer, for just a moment. He tilts his head backwards, and Stella swivels her head, only to choke at the sight of- of soldiers, several hundred of them, bearing the glorious banner of the Western Plains-Stella’s wide eyes must betray her stupor, for Lincoln drops gracefully to a single knee beside her.Stella’s stupor turns into a stilted
“And where were you, when this intruder managed to slip past our defenses?” Brandon drawls.“Sinking the edge of my blade into his stomach, my lord,” Lincoln replies.They share a grim smile.“I only regret that I could not do so sooner, before he had killed the serving girl,” Lincoln sighs. At that, Brandon’s expression darkens.Alcina had been near catatonic with grief.Ridiculous, in some ways, that a princess should have grown so attached to her servant that she’d mourn Mary’s death like so. But that ridiculous heart is Brandon’s.They’ve hurt what belongs to the Shadowed Beast, and penance will be forcibly wrenched by payment in blood.“They’d likely been searching for Alcina,” Lincoln says. “Or at least, any viable intelligence on her command of the dragons.”“Yes.” Brandon has been made all too well aware of Duke Albrecht’s interest in the dragons. An interest that had spanned years before Alcina’s ever came into the world, if that dilapidated fortress were any indicator.For h
Brandon emerges from their shared bedroom with keen intent in every step, cloak swirling behind him. Alcina remains in their room, curled along the window seat, Orion’s quiet rumbles bringing her whatever semblance of peace is possible.He pins a standing guard with a raised brow. “And where, pray tell,” he says. “Is Commander Lincoln?”The answer makes Brandon’s brow curve higher and higher on his forehead.* * * * * * * * * *Long before he becomes Commander Lincoln, the man they whisper to be graced by the goddess of victory, the man who leads the greatest military force in all the land to nothing but absolute triumph and glory, Lincoln was just a Lin, a penniless street urchin who’d grow up in an orphanage that had too many mouths to feed and too few beds.It’s been a long time since Lincoln was that skinny, trembling boy in rags with dirt smeared across his cheeks and an aching in his belly; a long time since he’s tasted anything but the sweet, euphoric taste of victory and iron
With a bloodthirsty vengeance perched on her shoulder in glittering hues of ruby red, Lady Alcina arrives back at the Western Plains to find the castle sunk deep in discord.Although nothing looks to be amiss, it is undeniable in the very tension that permeates the air, that something is wrong.As the two of them enter through the main doors, Alcina can see the flicker of trepidation in the gazes of every guard and attendant who welcomes them back home.Something has happened.“Brandon,” Alcina murmurs, and feels the weight of her husband’s hand pressed against her back in response.“I know,” Brandon says. He too has sensed the unease.Even Lincoln - who ordinarily would be the first to greet Brandon upon his return from any excursion - is glaringly absent.The party has long ended and the lavishly dressed throngs of attendees have long since waltzed out of the castle doors to their own homes. It isn’t odd, then, for the castle to be so quiet, given the circumstances.What is odd, how
The iron shackles laying at their feet, massive and heavy and bolted to the floor with chains so great that even in their rusted state, have not deteriorated in strength, were clearly once used to contain a beast of unimaginable size and power.A beast terrible - and fearsome - enough, to have warranted such an egregious means of constraint.Alcina’s hands - those gentle, kind things, soft to the touch for how few hardships they’d ever seen, so tender that they’d blistered and bled when she first began to take up swordplay, unused as they were to adversity - curl into fists, still resting against the ivory.Brandon watches as they curl so tightly that he fears Alcina’s nails may draw blood on her own palms, shaking - not with fear, but anger.That is when something new catches Brandon’s eye.Something that catches one of the scant few rays of light, flitting in from the broken doorway.Something that looks like a massive jewel, curved vaguely in the shape of an egg.Something nestled
Mary catches them just as Perseus dips his head low for Alcina to climb aboard.From beside him, Orion paws at the ground with an irritated snort, displeased at being left behind. But with Perseus’s darker scales, Alcina had thought it would grant them a far better chance at going unnoticed at all, in the inky blackness of the night.“My Lady!”Alcina turns, just in time to see Mary run up to her, her breaths visible in foggy clouds in the night chill. In her arms is a dark bundle, revealed to be one of Alcina’s warm cloaks, lined with fur. Mary heaves for air as Alcina turns to fully face her, having evidently run the entire way from the palace.“My Lady,” Mary says breathlessly, expression lined with worry as she holds up the cloak. “You cannot simply take off into the night without even a cloak,” she says, edging close to a reprimand.Even as that pull pounds with a vengeance in Alcina’s chest still, ever stronger now that she’s recognized the call for what it is, Alcina can’t help
Alcina catches Nordin's eye from across the room, and though her brothers are unable to extricate themselves from the political small talk they are caught in, they send her a warm smile nonetheless.She beams back, and something in Nordin's smile softens, ever so slightly, at the sight of the sheer happiness the Lord of House Warner has managed to put on their sister's lips.When Brandon had suddenly declared a ball at the week's end, he and Alfred had shared a momentarily skeptical look. But then, Alfred's eyes had dawned with recognition, and he'd stifled a quiet laugh into his hand. Had, as Nordin demanded what was so funny, explained-It would seem that the great beast is entirely bewitched by our willful little sister.And Nordin had felt his own lips twitch into a helpless smile in turn, at the frankly ridiculous lengths it would seem the Lord was willing to go to if it would bring a smile on their little sister's lips in such dire times.Brandon leans down to ask if Alcina woul