All Chapters of The Heir and the Dragon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

 She ran across the halls with glee and stupid abandon as Sal chased her and sweared at her.He always hated it when she took his sword but she couldn't help it. Sal had more love for the sword more than he loved himself. He had deemed it his lucky sword ever since he sparred with Tommen and won gloriously. Ever since then he had earned more victories only when he used the sword. She thought it was ridiculous that he thought the sword to be his lucky charm."Summer!! I swear when I get you you'd be sorry!!!" he shouted. "I'll like to see you try!" She replied as she ducked ungracefully as a servant carrying a tray of hot towels curses loudly. "Watch it Summer!!" she shouted back. "Sorry Emily!" She shouted back as she swerved into a corner sharply and came to a sudden halt.  Lady Lucia was glaring at her with bright vivid blue eyes. She was wearing a bright pink dress and her face was slowly

The Wells house had been a flurry of activities. Ever since Astra's invitation to Queenstrial, everyone had been running helter shelter like headless chickens. Everyone except Summer of course. Being Astra's handmaiden meant that she would have to go to the Grand Palace in Wyeth. Wyeth was the kingcity for the rich and noblest of nobles inside Ludmilla.  She didn't want to go to Wyeth, going to Wyeth meant she would never get to see Maven. She didn't know how much time he had before he went back to service. And she wanted to spend every minute with him but Lady Lucia was doing everything in her power to prevent that.  She had also been trying to fail hopelessly at being an handmaiden, at least it would save her from going to the Grand Palace in Wyeth. But Astra was determined to keep her as her handmaiden. She liked the fact that Summer was suf

Summer woke up in a tent. Her whole body ached badly, like she had been hit repeatedly with a log of wood.  She was in a filthy tent, with the crude smell of dirt and liquor pungent in her nostrils. Her head was banging. The pain was unbearable and searing and she felt like she was going to collapse under the pressure. She blinked her eyes a few times as she tried to get used to her surroundings but it was futile. She didn't know where she was, or why she was there. All she knew was that she had been kidnapped by some strange bandits. Some men who had attacked their carriage.  What did she have to do with them? She thought angrily and shook her head. They must have mistaken her with

Summer woke up to the sound of breathing that wasn't her own. It was heaving, like a man and it was rapid as if he was running into the room. She listened, still, trembling. He started moving slowly, his heavy feet creaking floor boards that were silent for her. She rolled to her left and slid down the crack between the bed and the wall, praying that an empty bed will send him away. The door creaked and she could tell he was inside already. "Get up girl." The Old man's voice said and she slowly looked up. She was slightly shivering out of fear. She had no idea where they were or where they were going. She only knew that whatever it was that was happening wasn't going to end well for her. The l

Larissa of House Whitby.That was Summer's new identity. Hydra and Lord Earn spent quite a while preparing her for Queenstrial. But they planned to unveil her on the night of the opening ball.Summer was terrified, she was not only becoming a totally different person, she was changing her identity, she was contesting to be Queen, in a place she had no business being.It was wrong. Worse, if her true identity was discovered she certainly would suffer dearly for it, there was no way she wouldn't.Everything it had taken to become Larissa was stressful.The process of dying her hair alone had taken a toll on her.But the results were splendid. White blonde hair, just like the Lady Larissa had.She didn't know who Larissa was, but if the painting on the wall in the room she was put in happened to be her, then Larissa was a very beautiful and special noble. She was an albino, something the locals called the white ones.Summer