Feel the Burn (Dragon Kin #8)(81)

Gaius took the hand offered and kissed the back of it. “And you as well, Lady Gormlaith.”

“Oh, please. Just call me Gormlaith. And tell me you’re spending the night. I’d hate for you to run away too soon.”

“If you can accommodate us all, I’d love to stay.”

Those dead, cold eyes flickered over to the others. Her nose lifted the tiniest bit, but Gaius wasn’t sure which disgusted the royal more. The Outerplains Riders being in her beautiful home . . . or the Mì-runach. Or maybe it was just having a Cadwaladr here, since the royals had little use for what they’d oh so affectionately termed “the pit dogs of Southland dragons.”

“Well, of course. I’m sure we can find them something.”

“Wonderful.”

“Let me get a few servants to help you and we’ll get you settled. Then we’ll have to have a feast in your honor and you can meet my offspring and we can talk. Won’t that be fun?”

Gaius gave his best lying smile. “Delightful.”

Gormlaith clapped her hands, and fast-moving but very put-upon human servants rushed into the main hall.

When they neared the Riders, ready to take their fur capes and weapons, Kachka held up a blocking hand. “No, sheep.”

It was rude, but it did get her point across.

Gormlaith’s eyes locked on Kachka and she forced her own lying smile. “Hello. And you are?”

Kachka stared at her. “I am what?”

Gaius briefly closed his eye, trying desperately not to laugh. Kachka had been around the Southlanders long enough to know exactly what Gormlaith was asking her; she was just being difficult. Because she could.

“This is Kachka Shestakova,” Gaius began and he kept going, through each and every long-winded Outerplains name ever invented. If he thought he could get away with it, he’d have added more to their names just to see how long it took his fellow royal to snap.

Unlike Queen Rhiannon and her offspring, Gormlaith held out for the entire length of introductions, never once interrupting or complaining.

To be honest, Gaius was a little disappointed. He honestly preferred Keita the Viper’s snarled “shut up with all that shit!” before she flounced away in her flowing dress and bare feet.

When he was finished, Brannie gazed at him, as if she couldn’t believe he’d bothered, while the two Mì-runach appeared half asleep.

“Well,” the lady said when Gaius was finished, “it’s lovely to have representatives of the Outerplains among us.”

“Is it not?” Zoya asked. Loudly. “Everyone loves when Zoya comes!”

“Because there is usually grunting,” Kachka whispered to him.

Gaius snorted and Gormlaith’s eyes locked on him. “Yes, well . . . just follow the servants to your rooms. We’ll send up water for baths and something to tide you over until the feast.”

“Where’s Aidan?” Brannie asked.

“Who?”

“Your son?”

“Oh, I have no idea. In the Northlands, I suppose. Are you a friend of his?”

“He brought us here. He went off that way,” she added, pointing toward the caverns.

“Oh. Did he?” There was that lying smile again. “How lovely. It’s been too long since he’s come home.” She gestured to the human servants, prompting them to follow. “Just let them know if you need anything else.”

As they walked up the stone stairs, Brannie leaned over to Gaius and whispered, “Don’t stray too far away from my side, Gaius.”

“Even while I bathe?” Gaius teased, then he immediately cringed. “Some days you really do look like your mother. Especially when you glare at me like that.”

Aidan had his second oldest brother on his back and his sword over his head. He had every intention of impaling the bastard right through that thick skull of his, but his mother walked into the cavern before he could.

“You bring the king of the Quintilian Sovereigns Empire here and you don’t give me any warning whatsoever?” she snapped.

“And hello to you, too, Mother. Long time, no—”

“Shut up! And, Harkin, get off the floor! What is wrong with you?”

“Me?”

She walked back to the cavern entrance and yelled out, “Airmid! Cinnie! Get in here!”

“No Orla?” Aidan asked about the youngest of their kin.

“I don’t even know where she is.”

“That’s good. That’s very nice. A concerned mother, as always.”

Cinnie came in first. She was in her dragon form, but she had several gold chains around her neck and rings on her talons. He’d bet anything she’d been rolling around in a pile of gold. She really loved doing that. Kind of like a pig in shit.

“Where’s your sister?”

“How would I know?” Cinnie glanced at Aidan and back at her mother. She hadn’t seen him in at least two decades, and it was clear she didn’t care.

“Well, get into something beautiful. That pink dress you have should work.”

“What for?” She again glanced at Aidan. “For him?”

“No. King Gaius is here.”

“The Rebel King is here? Oh! Is he handsome?”

“Missing an eye, but tolerable. And still unmarked, from what I understand,” his mother said eagerly. “We’ll toss you and your sister at him and see what happens.”