[Carnelia] I have felt sick with nerves all evening. The elegant food and drink of the evening threatens to make a reappearance. I have never felt so sick with worry. Even with Primus at my side, smiling at me like he is the luckiest drake in the universe, there is something at the edge of my mind that is making me think of darker things, things that haunt me, fears that may or may not come. I don't know what it is that I have to be afraid of, at least not more than I had the day before. The only thing different from today and yesterday is that now I am his wife. Our life together has always been a bit dangerous even before he put a crown on my head. A crown. He crowned me. He made me his princess. Is that my worry? Why did he do that when he knew that he was risking so much by marr

[Primus] As we land softly on the sand of the beach I feel the deepest sense of peace. Our bodies are still joined. Warmth is building within her, from our point of contact outwards. I kiss her again, enjoying the feeling of every part of her touching all of me.  When I open my eyes, Carnelia is glowing.  Golden light just under the surface of her skin radiates out from the center of her torso in waves, rippling and fluid, hot like a desert wind. Her new tattoos are white hot to the touch, burning like the sun's core, illuminating the space right above the

[Ona] Part of me feels guilty. Primus did need my help last night, desperately, and I was so wrapped up in my sorrow that I couldn't bring myself to even open my eyes all the way and see his distress. Instead, I told him to go find Mother. She had been impossible to find because she had been on a quick trip to gather medical supplies to assist Carnelia. She knew. Some part of her sensed this was coming. But part of me also does not feel guilty. Because I didn't interfere, Primus ended up listening to his instincts and giving his mate exactly what she needed. Him. She just needed him.

[Primus] Eight. Eight precious little lights glowing within my mate, sparkling like a small constellation. Each one is a perfect gem of light, a uniquely special spark swirling with a blend of a small part of my mate mixed with a little part of myself. The day I realized and accepted that Carnelia was my mate, I gave up on the idea of being a father. If it could not be with my mate, I didn't want a child with anyone else. Seeing our little miracles curled warm and secure within eggs snuggled just below her heart, I have a vision of their childhood dancing around in my head, filling the halls of Ridgewood, making mischief of one sort or another. It would be like Ona, Segundus, and I all over again,

[Carnelia] “Primus,” I rolled over, rubbing my hand against my face. “I had the strangest dream. We made love and I turned into a dragon, and then we did it again and I was a human again, and then…”  I reach over and find that the bed is empty and cold. My eyes blink open and I sit up. “Primus!” Looking around, I can see the whole room is a disaster. It wasn’t a dream. We did all of those things. All of them. We made love as dragons. Blushing at the memories of the night befor