Dragon on Top
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“How long are you going to be on the road with that lot?”
“Too long,” Ghleanna told her mum and they laughed.
“Lady Shalin.”
Her mother’s smile was warm. “Bram!” He leaned down and hugged Shalin the Innocent, Tamer of Ailean. “Oh, Bram. I’m so happy to see you. How are you doing?”
“I’m fine, my Lady.”
“Well come in, come in. There’s enough food for all of you.” She took their hands and pulled them into the hall. Like a pack of ravenous beasts, her brothers had already descended on the food that had been put out.
“Like wild dogs,” Ghleanna murmured.
“Not really,” Bram murmured back. “Wild dogs have more manners.”
He smiled and, out of politeness only, Ghleanna smiled in return. Unfortunately, though, her mother caught her smiling and Ghleanna saw those gold eyes widen, her nostrils flare.
“Talk to me about your plans, Bram,” Ailean said as he walked into the hall. “Come back to the war room.”
“You have a war room?”
“Don’t you?”
Ghleanna waited until Bram and her father had walked off—while she tried not to notice her father taking the time to pinch her mother’s hip . . . weren’t they too old for this sort of thing?—before she turned to her mother and said, “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“You know exactly what I mean, Mum. And you’re going to stop right now.”
Ghleanna started to head to the table, ready to fight her way through her brothers for a scrap of bread, but her mother yanked her back.
“Why not?”
“You must be joking.”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing. He’s just . . . just . . .”
“Just what?”
“A peacemaker.” And she’d dropped her voice to a whisper. “What would I do with a peacemaker?”
“The same thing I did with a whore.” And Shalin the Innocent sounded highly superior at the moment. “Made him mine.”
“I have no intention of making Bram the Merciful anything. Mine, yours, or ours.”
“Foolish girl! Right in your face. Right there. And has been . . . for years! Yet you continue to ignore what’s right before you, then you whine—”
“I do no such thing.”
“—about worthless scum like Feoras.”
“Mum . . . ”
“Fine. Fine. Don’t listen to your mother who is never wrong. See how far you get.” Then she lifted the hem of her skirt and flounced away. Her mother was an excellent flouncer. A skill Ghleanna had thankfully never learned. Instead she stomped like a proper warrior and threw Hew and Cai away from the table and head-butted Adain so she could get some food.
“This is excellent, Bram. Excellent work.”
“Thank you. I’ve been slaving over it for months.”
“Rhiannon give you a lot of changes?”
Bram shrugged and Ailean laughed, leaning back in his chair. “I wouldn’t worry about it. You’re handling her well. Just stay clear of the boy.”
“I try. She won’t let me. I think she’s trying to get me killed.”
“She’s using you to make her mate jealous. I’m sure she doesn’t want you dead. Although if it happens, I’m not sure she’d lose any sleep over it. But that’s Rhiannon and that’s what you get dealing with monarchs, which is why I don’t.”
He tapped the parchment Bram had given him. “But this, Bram . . . this will get you killed. You do understand that? There are royals who don’t want Rhiannon any more powerful than she already is.”
“But how would killing me stop this? Delay it perhaps but—”
“Your death would make Rhiannon look weak and that will make her even more of a target. Besides, do you think anyone has your skill, Bram? To get dragons of all stripes to meet and agree on terms.” Ailean lowered his head. “Do I need to remind you of exactly how good you are at what you do, boy?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. But I am glad my Ghleanna is traveling with you. You need her protection.”
“It’s too blatant,” Bram admitted, knowing Ailean would understand. “I was trying to keep this quiet. Trying to make it seem . . . of no consequence. But with a good number of your brood escorting me around the Southlands, it’s obvious this alliance will change things.”
“It was already obvious to those who’d give a centaur shit anyway. Trust me, Bram. You’re better off with my girl watching out for you. She’s a solid choice by Bercelak. And her and Addolgar together? A mighty force. Let them protect you. At this point, there can be no subtle.”
Bram relaxed back in his wood chair. “I guess you’re right.”
“Don’t worry, son. What you’re doing is right. That’s all you need to know.”
“Thank you, Ailean.”
“Any time. And feel free to visit more. Perhaps when this is all over.” Ailean handed the parchment to Bram and stood. “I’ve missed you. So has Shalin.”
Bram stood and lifted his gaze up to see the giant blue dragon in human form. “I’ve missed you both as well. And when this is all done, I might take you up on that visit.”
“Good. And you can bring Ghleanna with you.”
Bram slammed the war room door shut before Ailean could walk through it. “Don’t start this again.”
“Too long,” Ghleanna told her mum and they laughed.
“Lady Shalin.”
Her mother’s smile was warm. “Bram!” He leaned down and hugged Shalin the Innocent, Tamer of Ailean. “Oh, Bram. I’m so happy to see you. How are you doing?”
“I’m fine, my Lady.”
“Well come in, come in. There’s enough food for all of you.” She took their hands and pulled them into the hall. Like a pack of ravenous beasts, her brothers had already descended on the food that had been put out.
“Like wild dogs,” Ghleanna murmured.
“Not really,” Bram murmured back. “Wild dogs have more manners.”
He smiled and, out of politeness only, Ghleanna smiled in return. Unfortunately, though, her mother caught her smiling and Ghleanna saw those gold eyes widen, her nostrils flare.
“Talk to me about your plans, Bram,” Ailean said as he walked into the hall. “Come back to the war room.”
“You have a war room?”
“Don’t you?”
Ghleanna waited until Bram and her father had walked off—while she tried not to notice her father taking the time to pinch her mother’s hip . . . weren’t they too old for this sort of thing?—before she turned to her mother and said, “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“You know exactly what I mean, Mum. And you’re going to stop right now.”
Ghleanna started to head to the table, ready to fight her way through her brothers for a scrap of bread, but her mother yanked her back.
“Why not?”
“You must be joking.”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing. He’s just . . . just . . .”
“Just what?”
“A peacemaker.” And she’d dropped her voice to a whisper. “What would I do with a peacemaker?”
“The same thing I did with a whore.” And Shalin the Innocent sounded highly superior at the moment. “Made him mine.”
“I have no intention of making Bram the Merciful anything. Mine, yours, or ours.”
“Foolish girl! Right in your face. Right there. And has been . . . for years! Yet you continue to ignore what’s right before you, then you whine—”
“I do no such thing.”
“—about worthless scum like Feoras.”
“Mum . . . ”
“Fine. Fine. Don’t listen to your mother who is never wrong. See how far you get.” Then she lifted the hem of her skirt and flounced away. Her mother was an excellent flouncer. A skill Ghleanna had thankfully never learned. Instead she stomped like a proper warrior and threw Hew and Cai away from the table and head-butted Adain so she could get some food.
“This is excellent, Bram. Excellent work.”
“Thank you. I’ve been slaving over it for months.”
“Rhiannon give you a lot of changes?”
Bram shrugged and Ailean laughed, leaning back in his chair. “I wouldn’t worry about it. You’re handling her well. Just stay clear of the boy.”
“I try. She won’t let me. I think she’s trying to get me killed.”
“She’s using you to make her mate jealous. I’m sure she doesn’t want you dead. Although if it happens, I’m not sure she’d lose any sleep over it. But that’s Rhiannon and that’s what you get dealing with monarchs, which is why I don’t.”
He tapped the parchment Bram had given him. “But this, Bram . . . this will get you killed. You do understand that? There are royals who don’t want Rhiannon any more powerful than she already is.”
“But how would killing me stop this? Delay it perhaps but—”
“Your death would make Rhiannon look weak and that will make her even more of a target. Besides, do you think anyone has your skill, Bram? To get dragons of all stripes to meet and agree on terms.” Ailean lowered his head. “Do I need to remind you of exactly how good you are at what you do, boy?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. But I am glad my Ghleanna is traveling with you. You need her protection.”
“It’s too blatant,” Bram admitted, knowing Ailean would understand. “I was trying to keep this quiet. Trying to make it seem . . . of no consequence. But with a good number of your brood escorting me around the Southlands, it’s obvious this alliance will change things.”
“It was already obvious to those who’d give a centaur shit anyway. Trust me, Bram. You’re better off with my girl watching out for you. She’s a solid choice by Bercelak. And her and Addolgar together? A mighty force. Let them protect you. At this point, there can be no subtle.”
Bram relaxed back in his wood chair. “I guess you’re right.”
“Don’t worry, son. What you’re doing is right. That’s all you need to know.”
“Thank you, Ailean.”
“Any time. And feel free to visit more. Perhaps when this is all over.” Ailean handed the parchment to Bram and stood. “I’ve missed you. So has Shalin.”
Bram stood and lifted his gaze up to see the giant blue dragon in human form. “I’ve missed you both as well. And when this is all done, I might take you up on that visit.”
“Good. And you can bring Ghleanna with you.”
Bram slammed the war room door shut before Ailean could walk through it. “Don’t start this again.”
