A Tale Of Two Dragons (Dragon Kin 0.2)(26)



“Aunt Brigida?” Addolgar pushed.

The old She-dragon smirked while Braith tried desperately to breathe. “Yes, dear?”

The invisible binding around her throat disappeared, and Braith took in big gulps of air. She really hated when Brigida did that to her.

“Aye,” the Queen said, her grin even wider than before. “This is all a very good idea.”

Cruel, heartless bitch. No wonder Princess Rhiannon hated her mother. Now Braith hated Rhiannon’s mother, too.

Bad enough asking her to hunt down her own father but to threaten the Cadwaladrs merely for helping Braith . . . where was the honor in that? Braith’s mum would have asked.

“Glad I could be of service to you, my Queen,” Brigida replied, her grin showing several rows of fangs, proving she had to be one of the oldest mortal She-dragons living.

“But wait,” the Queen said when Brigida began to slowly turn to leave. “You know, I think I’d feel better if I had a little extra protection.”

“Extra protection?” Brigida asked, casting her gaze over the armed and well-trained Queen’s Guard that surrounded the Queen and filled the chamber.

“Aye!” She pointed. “Ghleanna can stay. She can help keep me safe.” She lowered her head, those blue eyes on Braith. “Keep me confident.”

“Ghleanna?” Addolgar asked. “Yeah. All right.”

Braith faced him. “Are you mad?”

“Mad at what?”

She briefly gritted her fangs. “You cannot leave your sister here, Addolgar.”

“Why not?” He looked at Ghleanna. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Ghleanna shrugged. “Nah.”

“See? She doesn’t mind.”

“I don’t care if she minds. We’re not—” Braith stopped to yank the walking stick from Brigida’s claw. “Choke me again, old hag, and I will beat you to death with this thing!” She turned back to Addolgar. “Now, we are all leaving here together or I’m—”

“Just go,” Ghleanna pushed. “I’ll be fine.”

“Yes, but—”

“If you’re worried,” Bercelak sighed out, “I can stay with her.”

Ghleanna blinked. “I don’t need you to stay with me.”

“I didn’t ask if I could stay with you. But I’m staying with you.”

“Piss off,” Ghleanna told her brother.

“You piss off.”

That’s when Ghleanna pushed Bercelak. Who pushed her back. So she punched his shoulder. Bercelak went to punch her shoulder, but Ghleanna caught him by the wrist and twisted his forearm around his back. He reached back with his free forearm and caught her by the hair. Then they were a rolling, pummeling mass of black dragon scales thundering across the throne room floor.

Brigida snatched back her walking stick from Braith and headed toward the exit. “Come along, you two,” she called back. “We have much work to do.”

“Wait!” the Queen called out. “You can’t leave us alone with two battling Cadwaladrs!”

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty,” Addolgar explained while gripping Braith’s forearm and dragging her toward the exit. “Once they knock each other out, you’ll have hours of quiet before they start again.”

“Before they . . . what?”

Addolgar pulled Braith out of the chamber and around a corner. Even from there, he could still hear his siblings fighting in the throne room. He didn’t know why they bothered. Everyone knew that Ghleanna would beat Bercelak within an inch of his life.... She never bothered to fight fair when it came to her siblings.

After a time, Brigida came around the corner.

“Come along, you two,” she said again.

Addolgar quickly noticed that now that Brigida was out of the Queen’s sight, her limp seemed to have lessened so much that it was nearly nonexistent. And her entire body moved much more fluidly . . . as if she were considerably younger.

They walked in silence until they neared the mountain’s exit. That was when Braith finally spoke up.

“I can’t do this,” she said.

“You can and you will,” Brigida told her. “You’ll find that old bastard and you’ll drag his lizard ass back here.”

“He’s my father.”

Brigida stopped and spun around, her dragon body powerful and strong as if she were centuries younger. Even Addolgar’s parents didn’t move that easy.

“I don’t give a shit, Braith of the Darkness. He’s a traitor to this Queen’s reign and a danger. You don’t need to kill him, but you do need to bring him here.” She leaned in close and he saw Braith’s claws curl into fists. “Think of it as a matter of honor. Your father may be doomed, but the honor of your family line won’t be if you return him. And isn’t that what matters for the memory of your dear . . . mum?” she finished on a whisper.

Addolgar, claws quick after being raised among his kin, caught Braith before she could attempt to rip Brigida’s head off and end up a sad little frog or pet chicken.

“Good,” Brigida said with a big smile. “Glad we’ve agreed.”

She moved around Braith and stepped out of the mountain and onto the ledge. “You’ll track your father down. He and your brothers and that female who tried to kill Addolgar are heading toward the Northlands. He’s taking a longer, safer route than flying over the sea, so you do have a bit of time, but not much. You’ll want to grab him before he reaches the Northlands.”

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