Sagan #2
“Well, this wasn’t the introduction I wanted for you to have, but I heard enough to know I should be worried,” Belinda said as she squatted down next to me. “Child, I need you to trust me now and let this lovely woman help you out, okay? You’ve been pushing too hard and I’m worried.”
A healer. Belinda brought in a healer.
I gave her a worried look about what a healer might find. It was Belinda who had warned me that a healer—especially a medicinal dragon like the ancient with her was—could bust my having two dragons fastest.
She nodded it was fine. “Darren, join us so you feel comfortable with who will be treating your niece from now on.”
Darren caught on to whatever else was going on and lifted me in his arms before I realized what was going on.
“I’m in shock, right?” I mumbled.
“Yes, you’ve overloaded… Everything,” Belinda muttered. “We need to get training and fast.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I was glad when we didn’t go to Father’s study and went to a benign room without memories for me.
“Hello, young one. I’m Emre,” the gorgeous ancient medicinal dragon greeted when we were covered by Belinda’s magic. Her deep golden streaks stood out against her light gray hair.
“It’s really pretty,” I muttered, focused on her hair. “I’ve never seen it on an ancient.”
“Hello, Eloise,” Belinda greeted, knowing when my mystic dragon came out. “Are you well?”
“Missed you,” I said, Eloise basically speaking for me really. “Sagan too sad and upset. More going on than you know, but she’s being better to me. Want to fly.”
“Ohhhhh, Belinda, when you warned the queen was special you didn’t tell me one of a kind—” Emre started to say.
“Freak,” I rasped. “You’re upset I’m a freak.”
“You’re not a freak, Sagan,” Darren argued.
“Your uncle is right, child,” Emre whispered as she ran her fingers over my hair. “You’re a… I don’t think evolution is the right word when the gods give us our dragons. I don’t know what you are, but you are not a freak.”
“Special. Perfect,” Eloise said for me. “That’s what we are. Hungry too. Want more street food.”
Oh fuck.
Belinda chuckled. “Did you use your mystic persona to go to the night markets?”
“Never been, and Sagan doesn’t know her own city. Never gets normal or fun,” Eloise defended. “Lots of fun. Tiger promised more but too much bullshit. Still like tiger. She laughs at my dancing.”
“When have you been dancing for Myriam to see?” Darren worried.
“Third form. Myriam knows but not the truth of two dragons,” Eloise answered as Iris and I begged her to be quiet.
Bigmouth. Loveable bigmouth but… Bigmouth.
“I’ll explain,” Belinda said to Darren, which appeased him.
Emre basically scanned me using her power and seemed like she wanted to lecture me about not taking better care of myself. “I’m going to need safe gardens and a flora dragon to assist me. You said one of her lovers was a medicinal dragon? He should learn a thing or two on how to watch over her.”
“No, he’s not staying,” I argued, Eloise settling back down so I could handle this. “He couldn’t live at court. He’s too—he needs peace. He’s just helping me keep the others in line and be the standard they need to work for.”
“Damn, I really liked him for you,” Darren muttered.
“Don’t bust him. He’s really been beat up,” I mumbled. “And he’s really good to me. You’ve seen it.”
“It’s why I wanted you to end up with him.”
Emre checked me out and canceled the rest of my day. I could receive updates and give orders but like from bed rest. I talked her into the couch on my laptop and she said fine as long as I made people get me fun. My dragons needed more happy over stress and sad.
“I’ve been flying more,” I defended.
“I’m not chastising you, Your Majesty,” she said gently. “You know what’s been going on and of course our leader is stressed when handling more than any one person should. But you know this is from years of not doing what you should.”
“That wasn’t my fault,” I rasped, my lower lip quivering and I realized it was Eloise again.
“No, no, it wasn’t, child,” Belinda said gently. “But we’re here to help you now, okay? What can we do?”
I mentally swore. I had a fight that night. I gave her a worried look. “Myriam has to cancel something for me.”
She nodded and promised she’d handle it.
Onyx was waiting for me outside of the room when we exited.
“I didn’t like that you left,” I admitted, not able to look at him. People couldn’t leave when the shit hit the fan.
That was most of my life after all.
He cupped my cheek and made me look at him, studying my eyes carefully. “Okay, I’ll do my best to try and not do that, but sometimes I have to. I came right back. I’ll come back faster—I’ll always come back, baby girl. I won’t ever leave you to handle the storms alone.”
That was mostly what I needed to hear and leaned against him.
He lifted me in his arms and headed for my suite. “Let’s just snuggle and process, okay? I need—I wasn’t ready for this. I’m sorry I didn’t handle it like I promised and I’m a mess.”
I nuzzled his neck and waited until there were less ears. “I appreciate you trying. I just don’t think—I asked Fraser to go and remind them he had diplomatic immunity.”
And unlike other countries, that didn’t matter in their own country, it did in Thovudin. The royal family had diplomatic immunity, and it took all the Alphas agreeing someone had abused it for it to be stripped. It had happened, but rarely, and it was a huge thing.
Mostly because the royal family policed themselves. Harshly. None of us ever risked that because… It was an ace up our sleeves we couldn’t lose.
Lydia was actually off shift and waiting for me with a worried look.
“I could use some fun, Your Majesty. Your friend said you needed something to eat since you skipped breakfast. There’s this great place that has these massive donuts and even uses them for breakfast sandwiches.
Just opened and I’ve been dying to try it. ”
“You’re a gem,” Onyx praised her and nodded for her to come inside. He got me settled on the couch and pulled out his wallet, handing her cash and a card.
“Why are you buying?” I wondered.
“You’re kidding, right?” they both asked me with matching expressions of disbelief.
Oh right, yeah, it was Onyx’s family doing this to me.
“Carry on,” I agreed. “Noodles for lunch, okay? I want noodles and skewers again. Those were nom nom.” Eloise realized she was giving too much away and listened to Iris. “Tired. Healer said exhausted.” I leaned my head on the back of the sofa and closed my eyes.
“Yeah, anyone would be exhausted, Your Majesty,” Lydia said sadly. “I’ve got this. I’ll handle it.”
“You are going to feed me too, right?” Onyx checked as I heard the door open again.
She let out a long breath. “Take care of her like you should after what they’ve done to her and fine, I’ll get you some too.”
“I love her loyalty, but there are so many I’m having to get approval from,” he grumbled when she was gone. “Let’s start with getting something else for you to wear, okay? Bum days don’t have work suits.”
Fair, but I just sighed.
He came over to me and teased my hair. “What’s going on, baby girl? Talk to me.”
I finally confessed what I’d been hiding because there hadn’t been a point with my finances. “A bunch of my boxes and suitcases never arrived from school. I asked Raquel and she got upset that everything they received was brought to my room.”
He frowned. “How bad?”
I snorted. “Check my closet and wardrobe yourself. The staff has been talking about how I like what I like but…”
“The levels to which you have been abused and neglected chaps me so fucking bad,” he seethed and then went into my bedroom. It was a few moments before he bellowed that I didn’t have any fucking clothes besides some suits and now what Andra had added.
He came and gave me a kiss, saying to not get mad, but he’d go get me some damn lounge clothes and handle it.
“I have training clothes,” I muttered.
“No, tight isn’t what you need right now. Trust me?”
Gods help me, but when he looked at me all cute like that… I did. I nodded and then he left with another kiss.
And his wallet in his hand.
Crap… But yay?