by Riley Storm
The door closed and a moment later, the bonds loosened, slowly lowering her to the floor. Kyla shook her head, unable to stop from smirking. She hadn’t planned on going to the meeting of the dragon leaders anyway. The new dragons for the most part only spoke Drakon. Some spoke an older version of English, but it wasn’t her place either.
Galen could do it on his own, without her. All she cared about was that he was coming back to her.
Today, tomorrow, and for every day of the future.
She couldn’t wait.
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“You’re serious?” she asked him for the third time that night.
“Yes.” Galen sounded as shocked as she was.
“None of them put up a fight?”
He shook his head. “Not one. I walked in there ready to talk, to negotiate and see how everything was going to play out, and they all said that they were ready to serve. That the magic had awoken me for the purpose, and not them.” He shrugged. “Some of them are going to return to sleep.”
“Really?” This was the first time he’d mentioned that to her. “Why?”
“I think some of them, including Bollon, never expected to awaken.”
Kyla nodded at the mention of the previous King. “I guess that makes sense, in a weird sort of way. Live forever in a dream, or life for a short period longer in reality. Something like that?”
Galen kissed her forehead, keeping her locked in the tight embrace. “The magic will fade eventually, but it will be centuries from now before he is fully turned to stone.”
“Well, no going back to the deep sleep for you, mister,” she said, overjoyed that the transition of power to Galen had been made permanent without a fuss.
In fact, as he’d told her, they had also endorsed both Aaric and Jax to be upon the ruling Council as well. Victor and Valla were too young, but both of them were being treated well above their normal position.
“How could I even dream of such a thing?” he joked. “Not when what I have waiting in reality is so wonderful.”
Kyla shivered happily at the compliment. “I’m glad you think so, Galen.” She took him by the shoulders and leaned back. “I want you to know that, while I may be your reality now and going forward, that I will never, ever prevent, encourage or otherwise stop you from thinking upon your past and your dreams.”
The dragon King, her dragon King, gazed upon her face, his lips turned up in a gentle smile.
“Thank you, my love. I appreciate that more than I think you can ever imagine.”
She returned the look and the pair of lovers just watched one another for several long moments, reading their thoughts and their souls through the gaze.
“I want you to know,” Galen said at last. “That while I may have a past that means more to me than most, that I am fully, and completely, yours in the present, and the future. There is no doubt in my mind that the fates have seen fit to grant me another opportunity to be mated, and I intend to make the most of it. With you.”
She bit her lip in delight, letting herself be wrapped up in his thick arms once more.
“Thank you, Galen,” she said softly. “You make me so incredibly happy.”
“Ditto,” he said happily, the two of them giggling over the word like it was an inside joke.
“Is there anything else you want to tell me about your meeting with the other dragons?” she asked, not expecting much of an answer.
“Oh, actually there is one other thing,” he said, tapping his chin.
“Well, what is it?” she pressed when he wouldn’t expand right away. “Don’t leave me hanging like that, mister!”
Galen smiled. “You might not like it.”
“What? Why not?”
“Cause, it’s just going to mean that I’m even more awesome than before, and you’re going to be forced to admit it.”
Kyla snorted. “Right,” she drawled. “That’ll be the day.”
“Oh, but it will,” Galen said, grinning wide. “Because I know why you can cast silver magic now.”
Straightening she looked at him solemnly. “Don’t mess with me, Galen. Not over that.”
The shifter sobered immediately. “I am not, my love, my everything, my world. Though I stand behind my earlier words regarding it.”
“Tell me,” she whispered, ever curious about her newfound powers, and how they worked. “How is it that a dragon knew about this? Who did you ask?”
“I didn’t ask anyone,” Galen said quietly. “They came up to me, and asked if I knew who you were. I said you were my mate, and they said that explained a lot. When I asked for clarification, they pointed to your magic.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well apparently, we’re not the first dragon-mage pairing in the history of our races.”
Kyla rocked back. “We’re not?” This was the first she’d heard of such a thing.
“No. Apparently, back in the day, a male mage and a female water dragon got together. The mage loved his mate so much, he willed his magic to change. Eventually, his powers took on the hue of her scales as well. It is said that his offspring bore the same ability, though since none of them ever mated a dragon, it couldn’t be proven.”
She frowned. “That’s why my magic is silver and my hair has changed color? How is it that we’ve never heard of this before?”
Galen grinned. “Yes, it is, and that’s the best part. We have heard of them.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Does the name Nimue mean anything to you?” he asked cautiously.
Kyla gasped in recognition and denial. “No. She was a dragon?”
Galen nodded. “Indeed.”
“The Lady of the Lake was a dragon,” she repeated, bits and pieces of the story she’d heard many times falling into place. “So that means…”
“Yes my dear, Merlin was real. And you are his direct descendant.”
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High House Canis
Savage Love
Blood Mate
Moonlight Bride
Shadow’s Howl
Royal Alpha
High House Draconis
Fire Dragons Bride
Mated to the Water Dragon
Ice Dragon’s Caress
Earth Dragon’s Kiss
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Riley Storm
Riley is one of those early-morning people you love to hate, because she swears she doesn’t need caffeine, even though the coffee-maker is connected to her smartphone. She lives in a three-story townhouse by the good graces of a tabby-cat who rules the house, the couch, the table, well, basically everywhere. When she’s not groveling for forgiveness for neglecting to pet her kitty enough, Riley is strapped in to her writing chair coming up with crazy worlds where she can make her own decisions of when feeding time is and how much coffee can be drank without her friends—of which she has three—holding yet another intervention that they threaten to post on the internet.
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