Chapter 16 #2
“I’m glad to be here as well,” Franz said with a warm smile. We embraced as long, lost friends, and when we parted, I motioned Taron over.
“Guess what?” the boy exclaimed, tugging on Franz’s shirt. “I’m making my will stronger than Billy’s.”
“That’s good.” Franz ruffled his hair. “Go on. Your mother is waiting.”
The boy skipped off, leading the goat away.
“He’s yours?” I asked, surprised. I hadn’t known Franz had wed.
A nod. “His mother is my firebrand. I found her only eight months ago,” he explained.
As the professor crossed the distance, Franz stiffened. “He’s human.”
“He is,” I confirmed. “And he’s mine. Off-limits.” I flinched as soon as the words registered, but I didn’t snatch them back.
“Is there a problem?” Taron asked, glancing between us.
Franz worked his jaw and frowned down at me. “His kind are a weakness we can’t afford.”
The professor arched a brow, saying calmly, “I’m happy to prove my strength, right here, right now.”
Okay, so, this introduction wasn’t going well. “The word of a queen is proof enough. Taron is strong,” I announced. “Now then. Franz, this is Taron. Taron, this is Franz. He guards our realm’s most precious tomes.”
I expected interest to light Taron’s features. Instead, he held the warden’s stare, unwilling to back down.
Flames flickered over the other man’s flesh, instinct screaming for dominance.
Enough. I stepped between them and pushed them apart. “Go,” I commanded Franz.
He hesitated a moment before nodding stiffly and striding off.
Taron watched him go before facing me. “I forget sometimes,” he said quietly, “that you’re not only a weapon. You’re a leader.”
“Don’t get used to my softer side,” I muttered, suddenly uncomfortable. “She bites.” And burns.
Torch him. Torch him now.
The dragon clawed at my insides until testing Taron in my flames wasn’t a want but a desperate need. My palms itched, my throat charred, and I had to clench my fists to keep from incinerating one of his fingers to relieve the pressure.
“Come on. There’s one more festival experience you shouldn’t miss.” The Hearthfire Ring acted as a summoning finger as powerful as the Chains of O, drawing me closer.
The slow, vibrant rhythm of haunting music now thrummed like a steady march.
Dancers formed two concentric circles around a pit of fire, moving in time with the pace set by the drummers.
Children darted in between the lines with sparkling, shimmering ribbons.
Elders swayed outside the circle, their movements a testament to centuries of living, battling and loving.
Cheers rang out from the dancers as we approached.
Taron observed them for a while, then leaned his head toward mine. “This is more than a simple dance.”
I nodded. “Ja, when we left the human world and came to this realm, we had to start fresh. I’d just killed my father, and confusion was rampant.
But as we settled around the fire for warmth, someone brought out a drum.
The Hearthfire Ring came about naturally.
The circles represent unity. The flame is what binds us.
To dance the Ring is to promise to always remember we are bound. ”
“Thank you for summoning us together early, Your Majesty!” one of my people called.
Taron seemed to stop breathing. “You planned this…for me?”
“Many put it in place,” I muttered, my cheeks actually heating.
“It was scheduled to begin soon. I merely issued the orders to fire it up today.” Along with a strict command to treat Taron as any other citizen of our land.
And they followed that without a grumble.
Hmm, maybe I should have also issued instructions not to stare at the man.
“Thank you for sharing this part of your world with me.” A long while passed as he looked from me to the dancers, the dancers to me.
When the beat slowed, he linked his fingers with mine and pulled me into an isolated spot in the courtyard.
And against him. Resisting proved impossible.
This was not about sex. Nein, this was worse.
I wound my arms around him and held on for dear life.
His gaze remained hot on me. “I want you, Lyssa, and I don’t want to fight it anymore.”
The words lashed me, ripping up layers of scars and leaving raw wounds.
“This isn’t wise. I meant what I said. I can’t do temporary with you.
” Tremors rocked me against him. I looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his attention.
He didn’t yet understand. “It’s not simple desire for me.
Not anymore. I need to burn you,” I croaked.
“Maybe…” A guttural curse exploded from him on a whispered breath. He cupped my cheeks and rested his brow upon mine. We breathed one for the other. “Maybe,” he repeated, just as rough. He said nothing else.
But then, he didn’t have to. He was considering it. Actually contemplating welcoming my flames. And I couldn’t let him. Wouldn’t risk him. Better that we part and never know.
As I pulled from his embrace, a young messenger sprinted to my side, his face pale. “My queen,” he rushed out. “There’s a problem at the north border. Your presence has been requested. Urgently.”
Of course there was. “Stay,” I told Taron. “Enjoy the festival.”
He didn’t offer to accompany me, didn’t protest, and I was glad. We needed the time apart.
Unfurling my smokewings, I launched into the air, eager to mitigate the problem at the border, whatever it was, since I couldn’t seem to mitigate the problem growing in me—or the one waiting for me when I returned.