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mighty for all this!”
    Éibhear the Blue, her royal cousin and youngest of Her Majesty’s offspring, stood to his lofty height. “Rhona! That’s my—”
    “If you say niece, I will rip your lips off! Because, you twat, we both know the real problem here is that Izzy the Dangerous is not your niece. She’s merely the whore who’s gotten between cousins!”
    Her not even remotely royal cousin Celyn the Black suddenly grew balls, and stood tall before her. “Don’t you dare talk about Izzy that way. If this is anyone’s fault—it’s his!” Celyn pointed an accusing talon at his cousin. “That overreacting harpy!”
    “You took advantage!”
    “That’s a lie!”
    “Shut it!”
    Both males snarled and looked away from each other.
    All this over a woman. Not a She-dragon but a human female. The adopted daughter of Éibhear’s brother Briec had decided it was a good idea to take Celyn as her lover while the human and dragon troops of Annwyl the Bloody and Dragon Queen Rhiannon fought the Tribesmen of the Western Plains a few years back. And the rest of them had been suffering from that girl’s idiotic decision ever since.
    “Perhaps you haven’t noticed,” Rhona pointed out, “that we’re in the middle of a gods-damn war. Perhaps you haven’t noticed that every time you two idiots do this, you put your fellow soldiers at risk. Our troops risk their lives every day and yet you two peck at each other like angry birds! As if you have nothing better to do!”
    “Rhona—”
    “I don’t want to hear it, Éibhear. Not a word!”
    She rested her front claws on her hips. “I should just send both of you back to the Southlands. A few years’ suspension while your kin earn glory or death would certainly get my point across.”
    As she expected, Rhona saw the panic in their eyes at the threat. And it was a threat she’d carry through on—if they could afford to lose the brute strength of either idiot. Of course as low-level privates neither idiot would know that.
    “Please don’t, Rhona,” Éibhear begged. “It won’t happen again.”
    “It won’t,” Celyn pleaded. “Just don’t send us back.”
    “I don’t know. . . .” she hedged.
    “We won’t fight again.”
    “Ever.”
    Rhona didn’t bother making them swear to that. What was the point when they didn’t even realize they were lying? But at the very least she was sure she’d put some fear into them.
    “All right,” she finally told them, watching their bodies sag in relief. “But if I catch you fighting with each other one more time—”
    “You won’t,” Éibhear was quick to promise. “You won’t.”
    “I better not,” she warned.
    And with that, she headed out of the chamber and to her gods-damn bath.
     
     
    Éibhear the Blue glared across the chamber at his cousin. “This is your fault.”
    “My fault? You started it!”
    “I started it? If you’d kept your cock tucked—”
    “This again? Really?”
    “Yeah! Really!”
    “Let me assure you, cousin, that everything I did with Izzy the Dangerous was at her explicit consent!”
    They were chest to chest again, Éibhear enjoying the fact he stood quite a bit taller than his cousin since his last few growth spurts.
    “I know I don’t hear more arguing. . . .” Rhona’s voice called from outside the chamber. “I know I don’t hear that .”
    Austell the Red rushed in and pushed his way between the pair. “No, no,” he yelled out. “You don’t hear anything.” He shoved the pair apart as Rhona had. “Not a thing.”
    Austell, a fellow soldier and friend to both Éibhear and Celyn, scowled at each dragon. “What is wrong with you two? This fighting has to stop.”
    “It’s this prat’s fault,” Celyn snapped.
    “ My fault?”
    “Go.” Austell pushed Celyn away. “Just go.”
    “I’ve got watch anyway,” he said, stomping off.
    “Don’t die a tragic death while you’re out there,” Éibhear called after him.
    “Fuck you.”
    Austell shook his