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Chapter 5

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The walk ends shortly after, spent primarily in the same stilted, awkward silence as the trip there. 

Brendan leads them to the east wing, where the royal families’ bedrooms are located, and now, Alcina’s. 

Alcina’s room is a spacious, lavishly-furnished room, of velvet drapes and wide windows, with a small but ornate chandelier glittering from the center of the ceiling, in essence, the same as the bedroom she’d just left behind.

She can’t help the mild surprise, at how normal it all seems, how similar, to her own home.

She knows it’s a ridiculous thought, but-- 

She doesn’t know why or rather, she does, but she’s ashamed to admit it, but the truth is she’d been imagining something less... something less like home.

Something that resembled the dark lair in which she’d be kept, imprisoned until the shadowed beast found a use for her. 

As Alcina stands still, a vaguely stupefied expression on her face, in the middle of the room, Brendan angles a sharp brow. “Is something not to your liking?”

Alcina whirls around, startled. She hadn’t realized Brendan was still present. Cheeks pinking, she shakes her head.

With something like amusement shimmering in his eyes, Brendan walks over to the sidewall of the room, where Alcina only now notices a closed door.

But given that both the en suite bathroom and closet doors are open and located elsewhere, Alcina cannot figure out where that particular door leads.

Alcina watches as Brendan pulls open the door... revealing another bedroom on the other side. The layout, visible from over here, mirrors her own room almost exactly, though it’s definitely larger than her's. 

“This is my room,” Brendan explains, blinking sedately back into Alcina’s shocked expression.

“I’m not entirely up to date as to what the plans are for after we are wed, but until then, presumably, we are free to maintain our separate spaces,” Brendan says looking right at Alcina.

He sounds as if these decisions are out of his hands.

Alcina is struck, once more, by the similarities, she shares with the man they call a dreadful beast, that for all the vile and wretched things he commands, he is somehow, just as helplessly directed by the whims of others, as Alcina is. 

“But as I’ve had a lock installed on your side, you should be able to lock it, such that it cannot be opened from my side.”

Alcina stills. As she looks up at the man at the door which will separate them from sharing the same space.

“I’m sorry?” she asks. “You- you ordered the commission of a lock?” She asked bewildered.

A week before Alcina was to depart for the Western Plains, Her brother Nordin had pulled her aside and Gifted her a small, but heavy dagger.

Alcina had recoiled in horror, but Nordin had, expression grim, forcibly closed her fingers around the hilt. 

“He is the one they call the shadowed beast, Alcina,” her brother had murmured.

“I do not know if this will do much against his power, but.” Nordin’s eyes, Alcina still remembers, had burned with a loathing that she had never seen in her brother’s gaze before.

“If you need to, you must use it. Do you understand me? ”

And yet, Alcina arrives, to find that Lord Brendan has apparently commissioned a lock on the door that separates their bedrooms, such that Alcina can prevent his entry into her room.

It evokes the faint impression of a beast, willingly slipping into chain restraints of its own accord, and handing the keys to his captor.

And yet, the accompanying image is not of a beast, but of Lord Brendan - of Lord Brendan, a person, slipping an iron collar over his own head and locking himself behind bars.

She does not understand.

Brendan steps coolly into the side of his room, gesturing towards the door. “You are free to test it out yourself if you’d like to ensure its effectiveness.”

Alcina blinks. “Why are you…”

Brendan’s lips quirk into a ghost of a smile, sallow and humorless. “Is your reaction not because you doubt the integrity of my claim?”

Alcina stares.

She realizes, now, that Brendan must believe that Alcina doubts him, as to the lock’s effectiveness.

That Alcina feels the need to ascertain, for herself, whether she is able to lock Brendan out, using the lock that Brendan had himself ordered the installation of.

And now, he invites Alcina to test it out herself, as if it were a matter of course, that Alcina should find him doubtful, when, already, he has assumed that Alcina would want the ability to lock the door, to begin with.

As if he were wholeheartedly embracing, and assuming, that he is the shadowy specter that he is known as; that Alcina would regard him in such a way. 

That he is something that must be locked away. It makes something uncomfortable curl in her stomach.

“It’s alright,” Alcina forces herself to say, despite that it would, in fact, give her much comfort to be able to confirm whether the door truly locks.

She cannot bring herself to do so, in a blatantly offensive manner to Brendan to his very face. 

Brendan glances at her appraisingly. And then, he shrugs, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement of his shoulders.

He moves as if to close the door between them, but pauses; and for a moment, Alcina can swear she can almost see hesitance in the way Brendan lingers awkwardly in the doorway in that second, despite the fact his expression remains perpetually unchanged.

In the end, the young lord merely dips his head in a polite bid goodbye. “Sweet dreams,” Brendan murmurs in that low, rumbling voice of his. 

Alcina straightens as if a jolt of electricity had wound up her spine.

And just as Lord Brendan closes the door, in that spare second, Alcina catches the fleeting glimpse of a small, amused quirk playing on his lips.

Sweet dreams, says the man who wields the nightmares as his birthright.

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    Alcina cannot help but lock the door that night. * * * * * * * * * * The next morning, Alcina is greeted first thing by Mary, a bright-eyed fourteen-year-old girl, who is to be her primary attendant from House Warner. She is young but endearingly eager in her youth and clearly skilled in her tasks. Alcina, for one, finds a small measure of relief in the fact that her personal attendant is such a courteous lass; she much prefers Mary’s ruddy-cheeked vivacity, to an older and somber one. “I am most honored to be serving you, my Lady,” Mary says. Alcina manages, despite the circumstances, to muster up a smile for her. She sits at the vanity while Mary gently brushes her hair, deft and nimble hands working quickly to arrange her locks into a presentable appearance. Alcina allows herself to be lulled into a moment of rest, as Mary’s babble - about the weather, and other such foolish things - provides a pleasant backgroun

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  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 7

    Brendan is already waiting outside by the doors when Alcina and Mary reach the castle. As usual, he cuts an intimidating figure simply by standing, an utter stillness that’s almost unnatural and seemingly displaces him from the rest of his surroundings. His dark eyes lock with Alcina's from a distance, and Alcina has to, clench her jaw to fight the urge to look away. Aren’t young children taught not to look evil or bad things in the eye, for it will doubtlessly consume them whole? “Good afternoon, my Lord,” Alcina greets politely, dipping into a graceful and proper little bow. Brendan seems amused as he returns in kind, though far more muted than Alcina's own greeting. “I am to escort you to be introduced to the Captain Commander,” Brendan says instead of any further pleasantries. At Alcina's blank stare, Brendan adds, “He is the commander of the kingdom’s armed military forces, as well as the royal guards’ chief - and ther

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  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 8

    Alcina's lips part in surprise. “The nomadic tribes, as it turns out, were more like a scattered - but numerous - group of companion settlements of horse-mounted warriors who were unnaturally skilled at the battle. In fact, many of our military’s leaders were killed in that conflict.” Brendan gazes off to the side, in Lincoln's direction. “Commander Lincoln, a low-ranking officer at the time, came into a leadership position of his own regiment.” “He won every single battle.” Alcina's gaze, wide-eyed and disbelieving, joins Brendan's on Lincoln's figure where he stands at the head of the training. “At eighteen, he managed to single-handedly turn the tides of a losing battle. Every brawl, every charge he led his regiment into, he emerged victoriously.” Brendan's lips twist into an amused little curve, as they come to a slow stop just a few feet behind Lincoln. “Lincoln is not known to possess a Gift, no.” Brendan's eyes fli

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  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 9

    In the south, in a castle fortress that towers atop a rocky terrace, three men commence the planning of the war.“So House Clair has chosen to align itself with House Warner, then, with those animals” Duke Cedric drawls, a silken murmur. At the table’s head, he sits elegantly upon his chair, draped comfortably along one arm with his legs crossed.“It is more than I expected from them,” Lord Casper, Duke Cedric's younger brother, hums. “For a while, I rather surmised they’d attempt to refrain altogether and would have to be put down like the dogs they are once we’ve settled the dust.”Cedric's lips curve into a small, amused smile.For two men who’ve just learned that the last player on the board has chosen to join the other side, they are remarkably, unnaturally calm. To an observer, it may even appear that the members of House Albrecht seem almost pleasedat the outcome, as puzzling as it m

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  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 10

    In the days following, Alcina tries to catch a moment alone with Lord Brendan to properly thank him for the books but finds the man’s presence to be difficult to find, you can as well describe him as almost nonexistent.She searched for the man in Library, at the battlegrounds, even in the Maze where she spent a minimum of time alone with the man, but it was like he has vanished into thin air.She doesn't even catch in during the night. When it's time for sleep, he is already in his side of the room, with a closed door.And Alcina still doesn't dare to enter the monster’s lair all alone in the darkness of this deadly night. Who knows what might be waiting for her at the other side of the room. So meeting Lord Brendan in his lair is out of choice.The only times she ever sees him are the spare few dinners they have together, forcibly ordered to by Alpha Warner, whose overwhelmingly jovial presence at dinner looms over any and all possibil

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  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 11

    “Did she like the books, then?”Clang.Brendan grits his teeth and just barely manages to bring his sword up in time to avoid an untimely and particularly grisly death at the edge of Lincoln's blade.Lincoln - as per usual - is in irritatingly top form, as he whirls elegantly in circles around Brendan.Brendan's a skilled swordsman, and easily one of the most talented even among Lincoln's army’s ranks, but Lincoln himself has always been in a league of his own.On most days, it’s the reason why Brendan chooses Lincoln to be his sparring partner, to keep his skills sharp.On days like today, however, all it does is irritate his nerves at thebeaming smilethe Commander wears while they spar as if it takes no effort at all to strike Brendan to the ground.“I would think so, yes,” Brendan huffs, more out of breath than he cares to admit.He ducks, just a second before Lincoln's blade g

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  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 12

    “I was wondering if you would like to visit the night market in town tonight.” Brendan askes.Alcina stares.Brendan shifts minutely. “It is an outdoor market, open twice a week at night. They have an interesting selection of stalls and crystal wares if you’d like to go.”Alcina's, eyes widening, nods her head so furiously, that Brendan mildly worries her neck might snap.“Yes, please,” she says, sounding painfully earnest. “That sounds magnificent, I’d love to-” Abruptly, Alcina's cheeks color, and she folds her hands carefully in her lap.“Yes,” she coughs, clearly embarrassed at her eager display.“Thank you for your kind invitation, Lord Brendan."* * * * * * * * * *The two of them take a small, compact carriage into town, manned only by their driver.A typical protocol would command at least a few guards, but Brendan had said that having

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  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 13

    The last thing she manages to see before the carriage and Brendan grow too small for her to see with much clarity is the ring of bandits descending upon Brendan.Alcina feels as though she cannot breathe.Even as she clenches her eyes shut, she cannot stop visualizing the dark and determined light in Brendan's eyes, as he used his only moment of time to get Alcina astride their only chance at escape.As he’d looked directly into Alcina's eyes, and told her not to get help,but toride fast and don’t look back.Brendan, the Shadowed Beast.Brendan, the man who read a book on stars and constellations and the galaxy from cover to cover, retraced the lines until the pages thinned with his attentions.Brendan, he who they call that born of all the terrible and dark things of the world, under his grim and detestable birthright.Brendan, the man who’d rescued a useless and crippled wolf from certain death, a

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  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 121

    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

  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 120

    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

  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 119

    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

  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 118

    “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

  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 117

    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

  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 116

    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

  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 115

    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

  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 114

    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

  • My little Dragon Queen   Chapter 113

    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

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