Free Kelly Lucille by The Dragon's Mage (Dragon Mage) Page B

all that.  They are warriors of the Light.
    That fuck
everything that moves.  Ladon added blandly.  Then pulled Morgan into his
side when he noticed she had started to draw a great deal of attention
herself.  Try to worry less about General Solan’s lips and more on our
business here.
    I can do both.  She assured him, but turned to study the council members themselves.  There
were four dragons sitting in throne like seats behind a slab of gold veined
marble.  Each wore garments so covered in precious gems that they must clank
when they walk.  They were dressed to emphasize their house so it was easy to
tell which was represented and by who.
    Lord Bochus is
the great beast in red.  Ladons thoughts were filled with distaste.  But it
was a good description as he was dripping in red gems and was as wide as he was
tall.  Not fat exactly but stocky and with his gold hair and blue eyes he was
still lovely, but there was an arrogant pinched look on his face that
distracted from that beauty.  She didn’t like him, and she wasn’t sure if that
was her own quick decision or the influence of Ladons emotions.  He really
didn’t like him.  Then she caught something else.
    You think he
was the one who betrayed you?
    The thought
crossed my mind.  Everyone knows Bochus hates me and the fact that I will one
day take his place on the council.
    A preemptive
strike? To keep his seat?
    It’s one
possibility.  Eben said noncommittal even in his thoughts.  There are
others.
    Yes. 
    Lord Bochus sat at
the end of the table.  Beside him was a dragon dressed in sapphire.  He sat
tallest of them, though he lacked the girth of Bochus he made up for it in
sheer perfection of feature.  He was almost too pretty actually.  Too perfect,
like you couldn’t really touch him.  He had brown eyes the color of a good wet
earth.  Though his house was water. 
    Fahlion.  A
distant relation of mine.
    He sleeps
through most of the council meetings.  Ladon added drily.  I always
wondered why you never took the seat. 
    Because then I
would have to come to the meetings.
    Air was dressed in
diamond, his hair white; his eyes were a silver fog.  He looked older that the
rest, though not in years.  More serious somehow, as if he knew the answers and
they weighed heavy on his mind.     
    The man next to
him was obviously earth with its abundance of gold.  Besides the others, he was
almost nondescript, at least for a dragon.  Brown hair with veins of red
running through it and green eyes.  He was beautiful and powerful and seemed to
disappear among his flashier council cronies.
    Is he trying to
do that?
    I have often
wondered that myself, Ladon stated .  He is always looking so harmless. 
It makes me wonder what he’s up to.
    Very wise.  
Eben said the surprise obvious in his thoughts.  I believe it is Lord
Graedon that plays the deepest game.  He has fooled many into thinking him
harmless but I see him as the most dangerous. 
    Dangerous to
whom? Morgan wondered.
    Before either
could form an answer, Lord Bochus spoke.
    “Prince Ladon.  We
had given you up for dead until Shehar gave us the happy news.”  He didn’t
sound happy.  “Perhaps you could explain why you have caused all this fuss by
running off to begin with and now this mate business.  You've always been quite
the young prankster but this is taking things too far."
    Eben answered
mildly.  "Since you've heard the news from Shehar, you must have also
heard that we share this 'mate business'.  Are you suggesting that I am prone
to pranks as well?"
    Lord Bochus looked
from Ladon to Eben and paled visibly.”  My Lord?  You do not usually grace us
with your presence."  He looked confused for a minute.  "Then, if
it’s true, where is your mate?"
    "Perhaps it
would be best to have this discussion without a human present?"  Lord
Graedon suggested mildly. 
    "Might I
present our mate Morgan, mage and newest member of houses fire and
water."  He looked directly at