Fate brought them together, will destiny tear them apart?Lord Sylvin of the Silver Dragon has two missions in life, to keep and protect the Lady Yelena of Elliard, and to fill the gaps of his past. To do the first, he trains as a knight with the Fae Kings army, and in their war against the humans, wins honours, titles, and land – but the years apart from Yelena do not come without a cost, and when he returns, it is with a mistake that both holds promise for their future together, and threatens to destroy it.
View MorePresent Day She had stunned both men, leaving them wordless, and took advantage of their confusion to leave the water, allowing the bath attendants to wrap her in a robe, lifting her hair free and beginning to untangle the strands. “As Queen, I was responsible for making a decision in the absence of both kings,” she said calmly, though her hands shook as she folded them before her, hiding them in the sleeves of the robe. “I could not punish the bards further for their role in Tillie’s escape as I was guilty too. “In Elliard, I sheltered human mages seeking to escape these shores,” she saw a muscle twist in the corner of Macedius’ jaw as he clenched his teeth. “And Elorshin brought me to the cells before Tillie’s escape in order to heal a man. I did not know that Tillie would be fleeing with them, I only knew that the man was wounded and needed healing.” She saw Sylvin’s eyes widen. “And,” Yelena tried not to cringe as both men began to make their way out of the water, their f
Present Day Setting fire to the human ships recalled the fall of Erith to Sylvin. The capital city of the human holdings, the jewel of the human occupation of Fae land, the kingdom to rule all kingdoms, had been constructed where once a Fae owned palace had stood, replacing Fae history with human, much as Macedius’ ancestors had built their palace over a dragon’s cavern. They had torn away the defences, piece by piece, until the Fae army had stormed the castle. Under the cover of night, Sylvin had transformed to dragon and set fire to the fleet of ships that had been evacuating the destruction of the city, whilst his soldiers had impaled those who managed to swim to shore. This time, his flight was shadowed by the three other dragons, and Macedius rode upon his back, the king roaring his delight as the dragons hunted down and set to flame every soldier-heavy human vessel that they could find along the stretch of coast called the channel. As dark fell around them, Macedius lea
Present Day They had been tortured, by Verina or by another, Yelena did not want to know, but both bards occupied the same cell, and both were tended to by Eustice and Nareena. The siren cried out upon seeing Oberyan and, the moment the cell door was opened, rushed to his side. “Do not look too closely, My Queen,” Verina advised as Yelena stepped within. It was the smell that impressed itself on Yelena most as she entered the cell and went to the filthy pile of blankets on which Elorshin lay. Beyond the stink of piss, sweat and filth, the smell of burnt flesh and blood, there was a smell that held a taste that lingered like poison on the back of her tongue and turned her stomach. Eustice had a bowl of water which she had been using to sooth Elorshin’s many wounds. “My Queen,” she whispered as Yelena knelt at Elorshin’s side. “Please grant him a merciful death.” “Oh, Elorshin,” Yelena whispered distraught, her friend barely recognizable beneath the blood, swelling, and muc
Present Day Yelena woke in the bed alone, both Macedius and Sylvin having disappeared whilst she slept. Instead, she found herself face to face with the siren, who sat on a seat at the foot of the bed, stroking her fingers through her hair. “It was meant to be me,” the siren said. “Excuse me?” Yelena sat up in the bed, clutching the sheet to her chest. “I was meant to be the silver dragon’s wife,” the siren replied. “He saved my life; a debt was owed.” “Oh,” Yelena slithered from the bed searching for clothing, her hands encountering a discarded over-robe of Macedius. She pulled it on, tying it closed before her. “You should not be in here.” “Mmm, perhaps,” the siren replied. “Perhaps not. Come with me.” She rose to her feet and gestured for Yelena to follow. “No,” Yelena stood her ground. “Where and why?” “I could sing you to follow,” the siren smirked slightly. “But the mage forbade.” “Which mage?” “The pretty one. I am to bring you. She has a gift for you.” Y
Present Day They left Yelena sleeping in the bed and dressed in an antechamber chamber, the king’s armour being painstakingly brought to them past the sleeping queen so as not to wake her. Sylvin stood in the open doorway in his shirt and trousers, watching as the gossamer fine curtains around the bed shifted with the movement of the silent footed servants and cast shadows over Yelena’s face. “I think that went well,” Macedius observed watching Sylvin as his servants strapped the gold-tinted armour plating to his arms. “She appears to have forgiven you, my friend.” “Hmm,” Sylvin was not so sure of either point. “We shall see. Yelena is not as submissive as you believe her to be.” He turned. “Talyre’s force is closest. Anrellian lingers behind, waiting to see if Talyre’s initial forays are rebuffed.” “Do not fear, my silver dragon,” Macedius was jovial as his servants lifted his long golden hair to finish buckling on his chest plates and pauldrons. “I know how to turn this sit
Present Day Sylvin drew Yelena through the courtyard, into the hallway into the royal apartments. The king’s mages, his guards, and the usual cluster of nobles seeking audience immediately gathered upon seeing Macedius, but the king ignored them. Yelena’s eyes dropped to the glossy tiles on the floor. She could feel Sylvin’s breath hot against her neck as he curved over her, using his body to propel her along the hallway whilst Macedius repelled his followers. They stepped into the king’s chambers, and she spun from Sylvin’s grip, backing away from the door, which Macedius closed behind him. Sylvin stalked her, every inch the predator, until her back came up against a wall. His eyes narrowed and he placed his hand over her heart, cupping the underside of her breast. “Your heart is racing,” he murmured. “You are afraid.” “I am sore,” she told him honestly. “My throat and… Verina could only heal so much.” Understanding widened his eyes. “I am sorry.” “I know,” she admitte
Present Day The Fae High Court had recovered swiftly from Sylvin’s attack. The red dragon circled towards the larger courtyard with its stately trees and pristinely green grass where Macedius had knelt before Sylvin as Yelena watched horrified from the windows above… Servants worked to remove the scorch marks from the white walls, but otherwise, there was no sign of the battle that had been fought there. Yelena slid from the dragoness’ back, her legs immediately collapsing beneath her. The flight had been lengthy and uncomfortable, with Yelena frozen by the winds, or baked by the sun, depending on the positioning of the clouds. After so long sitting astride under such conditions, she could not feel her toes, fingers, or nose. “Are you unwell?” The dragoness had shifted and was hurriedly dressing from a pile of clothing that she had obviously left when she had departed. “I have never flown for so long. The soldiers that we saw on the road - were they carrying King Talyre’s sta
Present Day Greshyn had pushed the horses hard and they had arrived at Elliard during the night, waking the keep with their arrival. When her father and Arithen had asked what had happened, Yelena had wept, her voice rasping in her raw throat, unable to form the words to explain what had happened, overwhelmed by her fear for Macedius and of Sylvin. Greshyn had tried to explain, but he had only known parts of the story – that he had returned to Sylvin’s rooms to find Yelena unconscious and Verina using the Fae roses to heal her. The mage had saved her life, enabling her to breathe again, and had rushed away saying that the king needed her. Greshyn had carried Yelena to the cart where Sylvin’s pages and the three human princes were huddled beneath blankets, unnoticed in the chaos that remained after the battle. Yelena still wore the mark of Sylvin’s grip on her throat in bruising upon her skin. After a sleepless night, she had insisted on rising and bathing, before joining Lor
Present Day Tillie caught up with the Fae nursemaid by nightfall finding her amongst a larger party of travellers who had taken pity on the woman and child travelling alone. Tillie strode across the rough campsite to where the woman sat oblivious and backhanded her with every ounce of strength that she possessed. “You f-king little Fae grub!” “Hang on now!” A man exclaimed, stepping forward in a hurry to shield the maid from Tillie’s wrath. “Take it easy, miss. She has a baby.” “My baby,” Tillie snarled at him. “She has my baby. She is my wet nurse and abducted my child.” “Is that so?” One of the women was immediately outraged on Tillie’s behalf. “Check her ears if you doubt me,” Tillie declared. “She is a f-king Fae nursemaid trying to flee back to Erith with my baby!” “What are you doing with a Fae nursemaid?” The man was dubious. “I am from Erith,” Tillie replied. “There isn’t a lot of option available over there. Give me Sterling!” She demanded of the Fae nursemaid.
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