All Chapters of My little Dragon Queen: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Stay."Alcina jerks.Her blood rushes in her ears as if suddenly coursing with fire in her veins.She stares, stunned, eyes wide and lips parted. "...What?" Brendan, eyes blazing with something, takes a step forward. And like an unfathomable, unexplainable pull, Alcina, too, takes a faint step forward in turn."Stay," Brendan repeats quietly, but it's deafening all the same for Alcina.Alcina, who can feel that prickling behind her eyes again, that electric current buzzing underneath her skin. Her heart pounds painfully in her chest with a vigor that takes her breath away. She stares at Brendan--the man who'd told her she was special and called her mine, the man who Alcina had wanted, more than anything, to keep her--who'd then told her to leave, discarding her like the spare that Alcina had been raised to be."You're late," comes the words, tremulous and just a tad petulant, despite the wet glimmer in her eyes and the red flush on her nose and cheeks. Brendan's lips curve into a

“And? So you are going to stay here?” Nordin leans forward from his seat at the table, voice incredulous.When the grand House of Clair procession had promptly returned, right back to the gates of House Warner, Alpha Warner had come shuffling out in confusion.Before Nordin even had a chance to protest, Brendan had led his father aside and quietly informed him that Lady Alcina of House Clair would, in fact, be staying.In the Western Plains, and the arranged betrothal as planned.To say Alpha Warner had been exuberant would be an understatement.An alliance forged on mutual needs is satisfactory, but just barely; in the uncertainty of wartime, shaky political alliances will not do.The permanent, immutable allegiance forged by marriage is infinitely preferable to that predicated by something as trivial as coexisting mutual need.By the time Nordin had managed to dashboard the carriage, Alpha Warner had already swept cheerfully back into the castle to begin making preparations for the

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

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

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