do?”
“She’s one of the Penarddun bloodline. You’d think she’d do something ,” Bercelak complained.
“Her mother may have been a Penarddun but her father has gone out of his way to ensure his daughter was not by raising her himself after her mother’s death.”
“With those shoulders and arms? Even that neck. It’s a waste! The least she could do for the army is move some trees so the troops can get through.”
“Is there anyone you don’t think should be working for our precious army?”
“No.”
“I’m leaving,” Addolgar stated, giving up.
“Just be careful, idiot,” his brother called out to him.
Addolgar headed off to find the lovely Lady Katarina, throwing a wave over his shoulder. “I’ll do that, brother. I’ll do that.”
Chapter 3
“I am sorry about this, Lady Braith.”
Braith looked down at the diminutive She-dragon, forced a smile. “It’s all right, Lady Katarina. I know this isn’t your fault.”
“Just Katarina.” She stepped aside as one of their escorts hustled by. “I’ll be glad to return home so I have to worry less about all these titles.”
“Well, you need not worry about mine at all.”
Braith studied the soldiers that had been chosen for this trip. She recognized a few. They were soldiers loyal to her father. She didn’t know why that bothered her, but it did. She didn’t like this.
“Something wrong, Braith?” Katarina asked.
“Uh . . .” She focused back on the royal. “No. Nothing. Just thinking. Wasn’t really planning on a trip.”
“And I wasn’t really planning to come here.” She raised, then lowered her front claws. “Yet here I am.”
Braith felt bad for her. This was just a few days out of Braith’s life. Yet Katarina had spent a year as nothing more than a well-treated hostage.
Placing one claw on the royal’s shoulder—and ignoring how she dwarfed the She-dragon like a bloody ogre—Braith said softly, “Do not worry, Katarina. We will return you to your loved ones safely.”
“I know you will.”
Braith smiled at the royal, trying her best to put her at ease.
“There you are!” a cheerful, low voice said from behind her.
Braith’s claw tightened on Katarina’s shoulder, and she knew her eyes had widened in panic.
No. He couldn’t be on this trip. Not him. Ghleanna. Or Bercelak. Gods, even Braith’s own father, she would rather travel with! Anyone but . . .
The panic must have been clearly on her face because Katarina suddenly moved around Braith, distracting the Silver.
“And you are?” Katarina asked.
“Sergeant Addolgar of the Fifth Legion, my lady.”
It took Braith a few seconds to get control of her initial reaction. Of all the dragons who could be going with them, why did it have to be him? Her one weakness. Her one very handsome, very thick-tailed weakness.
“So, Sergeant Addolgar,” Katarina continued as Braith finally faced them both. “Why were you looking for us?”
“I’ll be your military escort for this trip.”
“Oh, I thought these dragons were. . . .”
Addolgar glanced over at the soldiers. “These lads mostly guard Devenallt Mountain and the Elders. Good, solid soldiers,” he quickly added, never wanting to insult anyone—unlike his younger brother. “But I’ve been through the Western Mountains. Fought a few battles there. So, it was a good decision on my brother’s part.”
Figures! Gods-damn Bercelak! She should have known! Bastard.
“Now I don’t want either of you to worry. I’m here to protect you both.” Grinning, he nodded at the waiting soldiers. “Let me check on these lads and then we can get on our way.”
He walked off and Katarina faced her again.
“Sorry about that—” Braith began, but Katarina shook her head.
“No need to worry. I understand that feeling. Felt it myself not too long ago.”
“Well, if we could just keep it between us, I’d appreciate it.”
“Because there are those here who use weakness as currency?”
After