Danna

They arrived back in the city and Danna heard Seshi huff above her as they passed the harbor lake and a large golden serpent shot out of the water.

“Oh,” Prior mumbled, “they’re here then.” Danna looked at him curiously. “You’re about to meet the King Consort’s family.” They rode faster towards the palace and arrived in the courtyard and Seshi landed.

“I had not realized my cousins were here,” the dragon said.

“The serpents?” Prior said. “They aren’t usually, and honestly just the one. When Lady Katrin is present.”

“This Lady rides a serpent?” Seshi asked. Prior nodded. “They are pickier than even we. She must be impressive.”

“You’ll make me jealous,” Danna teased. Seshi nipped her affectionately.

“No matter how impressive, I need no other rider,” Seshi assured her. She smiled. “I will wait while your queen receives her family.” Danna sighed as they walked into the hall.

A black woman was pressing her ear to Queen Annalise’s belly while a man stood tensely next to them.

“She is so strong,” the older woman said and the queen giggled. “You must bring her to Tumona as soon as you can, the Spring will need her.”

“Gods save me,” the man standing next to them muttered.

“Hello,” a young woman with dark skin, curly black hair and dressed in a simple pink wrapped dress appeared next to them.

“Kat,” Prior said carefully. “Danna, meet Lady Katrin Lestoff. Kat, this is Danna Finn, my erm,” he paused. Danna smiled, they hadn’t named their association. “Mine.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lady Katrin smiled. “Mama is conjuring visions about the baby, and Eric seems to have shoved a stick up his butt.” Danna coughed to swallow a laugh. “She is taking her first grandchild quite seriously.”

“I’m sure she is,” Prior said and squeezed Danna’s hand. “We saw Aura.” Kat sighed.

“She was not supposed to come but she heard there were dragons,” she explained. Danna swallowed.

“Oh,” Annalise trotted over to them. “You made it back. We were worried.” The man beside her, handsome with his hair cut short to his head and light brown skin, in a white uniform followed after her. “This is my husband, Eric. Eric this is Danna, she is Prior’s new paramour.”

“Your Highness,” Danna dipped and she felt Prior stiffen at her back.

“Any friend of Prior’s,” The King Consort said. The Queen sighed, “you’ve met my sister.” Danna nodded. “Kat, you should get Mother settled.”

“She seems fine,” Lady Katrin grinned, and her brother stared at her. “Oh, alright then, Your Highness,” she stomped off.

“Kat doesn’t like orders,” Annalise explained. Eric sighed.

“It was a very long voyage,” he said. “I am glad to meet you.”

“Lord Seshi is waiting outside,” Danna managed. It has been such a strange few days and she wanted, she realized more than anything to talk to Tanner.

“Ah, right,” Annalise said softly. “Do you want to met a Dragon, my love?” The King Consort shrugged with a lazy smile and they walked out Seshi bowed his head. “My Lord, thank you for seeing us and bringing your rider home.”

“It is my honor, Your Majesty,” he said, “I owe you my freedom.” Annalise smiled.

“That was my honor,” she said softly, “please know that should your people wish to come to my land, they will be free.” Seshi bowed again.

“I will speak to the others on it,” he said. She smiled. “As it is, I know we will come if you truly need us.”

“For this I am grateful,” she smiled. Annalise glanced at Danna. “Well, it’s been an exciting few days, I suggest we all go to our rooms and relax.”

“Never a bad plan,” Prior took Danna’s arm and they walked inside.

Prior

He liked showing Danna the palace, and she hadn’t pressed more conversation on him regarding his reaction to Annalise. It was good, that she was pregnant. It was good for her and for Cammadan.

“Prior,” she said, as they wound back into the fortress of the palace, “where are you taking me?”

“There are a few more people I want you to meet,” he said. She raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Come on.” They walked to another apartment, and were greeted by a Sister of Rana.

“Hello Commander,” the sister smiled.

“Hello Sister Ara,” Prior said gently, “who’s around today?” The sister let out a loud sigh and from the gallery above them a loud shout came, Danna jumped. Prior grinned.

“Uncle Prior!” A boy came charging down the stairs leaping from the a middle one. He had golden blond hair and Prior was smiling adoringly at him while he put him down.

“Sir Chase,” Sister Ara said, chastizing the boy. “That is not how you greet the General! What would your Papa say?”

“I’m sorry,” he said bashfully, but then saluted. “Sir,” his little voice went serious. Prior laughed, Chase was so very much like his father when he put his mind to it.

“Cadet,” Prior saluted him back, “I’d like you to meet Danna, she’s very special to me,” Danna smiled. “Danna Finn, this is Chase Dugarry, my godsson.” Danna smiled and knelt down to shake Chase’s hand.

“I’m pleased to meet you Mistress,” Chase said and took it.

“I’m pleased to meet you too,” she said gently.

“Shall we inspect the troops?” Prior said and scooped Chase up. “Thank you, Sister,” he nodded to Sister Ara who nodded they walked through into another room. Two slightly older girls were sitting by the hearth, reading books, one with strawberry blonde hair in curls, and the other, dark haired in a guard uniform. There was another boy running around them in a circle, with a wooden sword swinging it wildly.

“Jack is trying to slay a dragon,” Chase said by way of explanation, “But Calla also said he must do so silently.” Danna laughed. Prior sighed, he’d been away for a while, but Calla Pantona maintained her control over the others, it would seem.

“Prior!” The red haired girl stood up and walked over to the them, the other girl, Elodie Graves-Willis merely glanced at them and returned to her book.

“Lady Calla,” Prior bowed.”Why must Jack slay his dragon silently?”

“Because he was being far too loud, and Althea and I were trying to read!” She rolled her eyes. She turned to Danna. “Who are you?”

Danna

Danna felt a shudder of power as the little girl’s eyes met hers. Lady Calla was not even 10 years old, but she radiated power, more power even than a dragon, maybe.

“She’s Danna,” Chase said as Prior put him down, “She’s Uncle Prior’s friend. This is my cousin Calla Pantona, that’s her brother Jack, and that’s Althea Graves-Willis, she’s not in our family but she stays here anyway.”

“Althea is my family,” the little Viscountess objected. Danna smiled. “Jack, come say hello.” Jack paused and walked over. Calla clearly had some of her father, and though but, it was obvious Jack had almost none, he looked more like his cousin than his sister.  

“You wouldn’t be able to slay a dragon with a sword,” Danna said. “Their scales can’t be pierced that way, they’re like armor made out of stone.”

“You’ve seen a dragon?” Jack gasped. Calla groaned and went back to her book, clearly sick of the discussion. 

“Seshi, the great lord of Dragonkind is my friend,” Danna said. “His own claws or teeth could kill one of his people, but it’s really his fire that’s his best weapon. So to slay a dragon you need a sword made of dragon bone, or fire.”

“I see,” little Lord Jack nodded, “Calla! Can you conjure fire for me?” He ran off to his sister and Chase went after him.

“They’re adorable,” Danna said. Prior smiled. “This place,” she drifted off.

“Some mix of Athena and Prince Eric,” he explained. “They were both lonely children who tightly bonded to their closest companions, they wanted a safe place for their own to all grown up together.” She nodded. “I want you to be safe here, too, if it’s what you want.”

“We have to start somewhere,” she said. He laughed. “Can we go lie down now?” He laughed.

“Yes, my dearest,” he said

Danna

Danna crossed her arms and shrank into herself. She didn’t belong in this grand room, and the look on Queen Annalise’s face was terrifying.

“Your majesty,” she managed.

“Mistress Finn,” The Queen said, her voice full of dignity. “Commander,” she looked at Prior, her grey eyes ice cold. Danna wondered if Prior misunderstood their parting, she didn’t seem happy to see him again. Prior’s face was also placid, cool, their eyes matched. But then the queen’s face broke first, into a wide grin and she started giggling, Prior’s full bark of a laugh followed and she stepped down and threw herself into his arms. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Prior said. “You scared her,” he scolded and looked at Danna, but Danna was dumbfounded, unsure how to take what she’d just witnessed.

“I’m sorry,” The Queen said, “he’s so easy to tease,” she fixed her gaze, now soft and kind, though still intense, “I am happy to meet you! I hope we can be friends, though my husband tells me that’s not always welcome.”

“Where is His Highness?” Prior asked. Annalise’s good mood fell a little, as did Prior’s. So they could be easy with each other, but clearly, Annalise’s husband was still a sore point.

“Eric is preparing Brightcoast for his mother coming,” she explained, “she wants to be here for all of it.” Prior’s face changed something resembling hurt crossed it.

“I don’t understand,” Danna said, “all of what?”

“You’re pregnant,” Prior said softly.

“Yes,” Annalise swallowed. “I am. Marina says she can’t see it yet, but the Goddess said it’s a girl.” She looked at Danna and then at Prior. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you like that, it just slipped out, and honestly I expected Caro to tell you anyway.” Danna’s awareness shifted. Of course, for a long time Prior had thought Annalise’s children would be his, this would be strange for him.

“I’m happy for you,” he said, his smile back, “and for Eric.”

“I know that,” Annalise’s voice was kind. “Mistress Finn, aside from taming dragons, I must know everything about you.”

“Well, first of all, I’m just Danna,” she shrugged, “aside from taming dragon, which I didn’t do, they would resent that phrasing,” Annalise laughed, “I’m no one special. My parents fled to the desert when Brayton rose, and my whole life, my da would talk about us coming home when you,” she looked down, “when you came back. He was gone by the time you did though.”

“And where was home?” Annalise asked. “The Midlands, I’d assume, based on your looks.”

“Yes,” Danna said, “Vanton.” Annalise nodded.

“I’m sorry, about your father,” Annalise said simply, “truly.” Danna realized she meant it. “If you still wish to go home, I will write to Duke Piers, Vanton is actually doing quite well.”

“Thank you,” Danna said softly.

“Lisette,” a tall auburn haired man walked in, “Prior! You’re back!” He glanced at Danna, “and who is this?” He took her hand and kissed it. “Count Aaron Pantona, at your service, Lady,” Danna blushed and giggled in spite of herself. The Count was very handsome, and something about him made her knees weak.

“Ignore him,” Annalise rolled her eyes, “Aaron, this is Danna Finn,” The Count nodded. “What do you need?”

“To go over the agenda for council tomorrow,” the Count said, turning his attention to his queen. “But obviously, you’re busy,” Prior sighed. “Are you taking your seat?”

“Is Evan ill, he seemed fine a few minutes ago?” Prior raised an eyebrow.

“No but he’d take the excuse,” Annalise sighed. “Fine, we’ll talk more later.”

“Of course,” Danna said and she and Prior left the room. “You’re jealous?” She asked. Prior smirked.

“Of Aaron?” He teased. “He’s extremely married, he’s just a flirt,” he shrugged. She rolled her eyes.

“That is not what I meant, and you know it,” she said.

“Jealous,” he ran his hand through his hair, “no, that’s not the right word. It’s a strange feeling,” he exhaled. “She and I talked about children a lot.” Danna nodded. “And it isn’t as though I didn’t know she’d have them. She has to, but,” he shook his head. “Anyway, that’s done, how do you feel? I know it can be a lot, meeting her at first.”

“She’s not what I expected,” Danna said and Prior grinned. “I thought she’d be more like Lady Brea, honestly, all grace and aloof loveliness.”

“Well, first of all, there’s no else like Brea,” Prior said, “and Annalise has that side to her, but not usually with her friends.”

“And I count as a friend?” She asked. He smiled.

“You’re my friend,” he wrapped his arms around her waist, “and I am hers, so you are at least within the boundaries of friends.” She kissed him softly. She wanted to be enough for him, and to fit into his world.

Prior

Not long after Danna has gone to bed, Nika and Anders had made themselves scarce. Traitors. He thought. Caro looked at him and smiled widely.

“Don’t,” he said.

“You like her,” Caro teased, drawing out the word like as if sing songing. He rolled his eyes. “Not like you to hesitate, at least not lately.” She popped a nut into her mouth. He sighed.

“She’s been through enough, I don’t want to pressure her,” he said softly. She looked at him. “What can you tell me about Cole DePrentar?”

“He’s a louse,” she said gently. “His family didn’t exactly disown him, but no one was upset when he took off for Westran and no one heard from him.” Prior sighed. “They were involved?”

“She was living with him,” he said, “he was,” he exhaled, “not good to her.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Not good as in how Tristan and I used to be not good to one another,” she said, or not good how your uncle is not good to Lady Morgan, and you and Evan.” He downed his wine.

“The latter,” he muttered. She sighed.

“Does she know you have first hand experience with such mistreatment,” she said. He shook his head. “I see.”

“I don’t want to push her.” He whispered. “I want her, I do, she’s incredible, Caro, but I don’t want,” he shook his head.

“She’s not Annalise, Prior,” Caro said softly. He looked at her. “Come to her on an even playing field, don’t act as though her world is so much bigger than yours.” He ran his hands through his hair.

“You’re not wrong,” he said. “But I still don’t want her thinking that I’ll discard her if she makes a different choice. We need her. She brings the dragons.”

“That’s true,” Caro leaned back. Carolina Dugarry had a deep well of love and caring in her soul. But she was also a ruthless strategic thinker. Sentimentality could always be set aside for the goal. She was merchant down to her bones, that way, there was always a price, sometimes the price was too dear, and she would walk away, but she could always find the price. “We just want you to be happy, settled.” He grinned.

“Like you’re settled?” He asked. She rolled her eyes. “Where is your husband, my lady?”

“Well, fine,” she threw her hands up. “I’m a poor example. Still, you deserve some layer of happiness.” He laughed and stood up and kissed her forehead.

“Thank you for caring about me, Caro,” he muttered. She smiled gently at him. He got up and went to the room attached to the parlor and got ready for bed. After a little while, the door creaked opened and Danna walked inside.

“Danna?” He asked gently. She walked over sat down on the bed and kissed him gently. “What are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“What do you think?” She whispered. They kissed again and he pulled her close. “I want you. I know you want me too,” she said. Gods, he really did. “Tell me what to do.” His hands slid down the rough material of her dress.

“Danna,” he whispered and they walked back to the cot and tumbled back, entwined. He slid his hands up her thighs. No underthings, she’d known her business. “You’re so beautiful,” he kissed her again.

“Tell me,” she whimpered, “I’ll do anything. Anything,” he groaned and pulled her dress over her head. He kissed her neck, her chest, took a soft nipple into his mouth and suckled. “Ooh,” she mewled and arched her back. He slid a finger against her sex. “Yes,” her hand went to his and guided it. “Play with me.” 

“You like to talk, hm?” He teased as he fingered her, one, two, swirling, railing. Hot and wet and soft.

“Yes,” she moaned. “It feels so good, Prior, oh.” She exhaled. 

“You’re soft,” he whispered in her ear. “And so wet, Danna, love,” she was grinding against him. “You said you’d do anything, hm?”

“Yes, anything,” she whimpered. “Oh your hands feel so good,” she moaned. “Tell me, I’ll do it.” He took his hand away. 

“Undress me,” he said, she smiled, “and tell me how it feels, how I feel.” He’d been with a handful of women, probably less than most people thought. But it was Annalise who’d been obsessed with his body. There had been nights where she’d simply stroked him all over, her fingers memorizing him. He wanted that again. She slid her hands under his shirt, and then over his chest.

“Gods,” she murmured, “so smooth,” he grinned, “and hard. Is all of you like this?” She pressed a kiss against his chest. She slid her hands to his pants and then pushed them down. “Oh,” she exhaled. And slid her hands down his thighs and then across his penis, which was hard, and throbbing. “You are.” He exhaled. “Fuck me now, please.” He knew up and spead her legs and thrust into her. “Yes,” she exhaled.

“Yes, right there,” she threw her head back as he thrust into her. “Oh gods, please don’t stop,” he kissed her. 

“So talkative,” he mumbled. She giggled. Eventually pleasure took them both and they collapsed in satisfied ecstasy. “Danna,” he murmured. 

“You’re incredible,” she whispered. He exhaled and pulled her close. She curled into him.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he said and kissed her again.She laughed, and slipped her hand against a scar on his back.

“Are these from fighting?” It was time to have the conversation, he supposed.

“Some,” he mumbled. She nodded. “Others are from my uncle, growing up.” She looked at him, rolling on her side. “He had a temper, and I was willful.” She pushed his hair off his face. “My cousin got it worse, honestly. We left as soon as we could, and my aunt,” he shook his head. “It wasn’t a happy childhood.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I do understand it.” He nodded.

“I know that,” he said softly. She kissed him. “Will you want this in the morning?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I want it now, though.” He nodded and held her tightly. He had to take what he could.

Prior

He sat in the courtyard and leaned against the stone. Brea walked out and sat beside him, he looked at her.

“You didn’t have to tell her,” he said. She rolled her eyes.

“Someone did,” she exhaled and looked up at the stars. “Besides you brought Nika here, I owed you one.” He laughed. “She’s nice, your rider.” He nodded. “Thank you.”

“It was time,” he said, “you were both being stubborn, someone had to force the issue.” She laughed. “She’s been alone long enough.” She hugged her knees.

“Will you take her to Alred?” She asked. He nodded.

“If Evan isn’t in Dovetail,” he shrugged. “I want him to meet her, and Raymond will insist.” Brea laughed.

“Yes, he will,” she said. “And my little dear one?” She raised an eyebrow. He laughed.

“I will of course see Lady Calla, I doubt I’ll avoid Pantona either, Caro wouldn’t stand for it,” he shrugged. Brea nodded. They watched the shadows of the dragons pass over the moon and she exhaled.

“And now you’re taking Anders from us too,” she shook her head. “Annalise must stop stealing my family, and you must tell her so.” He laughed again.

“I’ll be sure to.” He said gently. She hugged her knees. “He loved you, Brea, he wouldn’t have wanted you to be this unhappy.” She sighed and looked at him.

“Prior,” she said, “would it have been so hard for your to find some nice rancher’s daughter with a dowry and no complications?” He laughed.

“Does that sound like me?” He teased. She frowned.

“I got a letter from Kat the other day,” she said softly. “That lieutenant of hers is getting ready to propose, apparently.” Prior nodded. “He was so ready to run off with her,” she exhaled. “I’m glad she’s moving on, that’s good but it’s still,” she closed her eyes.

“I know,” Prior said softly. She rested her chin on her knees. “Rory’s growing like a weed.” She smiled.

“He’s a good boy,” she said. “Very serious, he reminds me of Anders,” Prior laughed. “And Nika, too.”

“We’ll go in the morning,” he said. She nodded.

“Nika too?” She asked.

“That’s up to you and Nika,” he said, “Obviously I’d love to have her with us,” Brea looked at him. “I would!”

“You want to be alone with that girl,” she grinned. He groaned. “Don’t bother lying to be, Prior Chastain, I always know.”

Danna

She woke early and walked out to the field where Seshi and Appan were settled. Anders had already arrived and was watching them fly. She settled in next to him.

“Prior wants to leave today,” she said. He looked at her and smiled.

“It’s a shame that you were already in love with Prior when I met you,” he sighed. She laughed.

“I’m not in love with him,” she shook her head. He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what I am but it isn’t that.”

“As you say,” he shrugged. “Still, I didn’t have a prayer, and that’s to bad.” She laughed.

“That’s for the best,” she shrugged. “If it hadn’t worked out we’d be stuck with those too.” He smiled. “I didn’t know what we’d be walking into here.” Anders exhaled.

“My family is complicated,” he said. “That’s why I stay away from them.” She laughed. Seshi swooped down and landed in front of them.

“You slept well?” He asked.

“You worry too much.” She said.

“You do not take care of yourself,” he growled. She laughed and he nudged her. Anders smiled. “When will we depart?”

“When we’ve said goodbye to everyone,” she stood up. “I just wanted to see you.”

“You are good child,” he huffed at her. She looked up at the sky.

Danna

She sat on Seshi’s back staring down Cole.

“You will be delicious,” Seshi said, his tongue flicking out of his mouth.

“Danna,” Cole said, he was shaking. She smirked at that. “Please, don’t.”

“Do you remember the night you came to me?” She asked. Cole stared at her. “My father hadn’t even been dead a month. I was scared and lonely, and you told me I had two choices, I could come with you or you would buy my house and make me.” He swallowed. “Did you think I wanted you? Did you think I liked being held down and treated like your toy?”

Fear filled his eyes and Danna could practically taste it, she thought of how fear had become so flat for her, she barely felt it, like she barely felt it when he hit her, hurt her while he took his pleasure, but his fear was potent, and she realized what she was feeling was coming through her bond with Seshi.

“I wanted to take care of you,” he said.

“You wanted to own me,” she shouted. “And you had finally found my price. If you run now, disappear, you can live.” Seshi growled. “I mean it, I won’t chase you, but I never want to see your face again.” He then and Seshi let out a large flame just as her was out. Then he flew off and they landed further out where Prior and Nika were waiting.

“He’s still alive,” Nika said with a frown. Danna nodded.

“Yes, but how did you know?” Danna said.

“She’s the Priestess of Amina,” Prior explained, “Death is kind of her whole thing.”

“Oh,” Danna said, she dismounted.

“She was merciful,” Seshi said, “I have an honorable rider,” he nudged her. Danna pressed her forehead to his nose, and then she looked at Prior. He looked curiously at her.

“So,” Nika said, “are we going to Dovetail? Is that how it’s going to work.” Danna nodded.

“I have to do some things first.” Danna said. Prior nodded. “Can we go in the morning?”

“Of course,” he nodded. “Tell Tanner I’ll see him in a little while to settle my bill.” She smiled gently and hopped on Seshi’s back, they flew out to the small homestead, and they settled.

“Danna?” Tanner walked out. “What the hell?” She swallowed.

“Lord Seshi, this is Tanner,” she said. Her friend looked at her and then at Seshi.

“I am glad to meet a friend of Danna’s,” Seshi bowed. Tanner swallowed and an older woman walked out. Danna smiled at Tanner’s mother.

“Ah,” she said. “I’m glad you embraced it, Danna.”

“Thank you, Mama Asa,” Danna said softly. “I’m leaving.” Tanner smiled then.

“Good,” he said. “We’ll take care of your father.” She hugged him tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said. She jumped up on Seshi and they flew off. It was time to go.

Danna

She watched the Commander ride off and she looked back at Seshi.

“You have accepted it then?” He said. She swallowed.

“I still don’t think my riding you is a good idea,” she said. Seshi exhaled through his nose. “But yes, I’ve decided.” She pressed her lips into her mouth as he dipped down. “Now?”

“No time like the present,” he said. “You are feeling brave, after all.” She swallowed. “Same as you would a horse, my dear one.” She boosted herself up and straddled his back. “Hold on to the spikes. Perhaps the Dovetail Queen will have record of the saddles, but for now, simply hang on tight.” She had no idea what he meant by saddles, but the her launched and she screamed and closed her eyes tightly. He let out a roar that felt joyous.

Then Seshi found the wind and they soared with it. Danna managed to open her eyes and exhaled. She’d dreamed of this, she remembered suddenly. Seshi swooped down and she laughed loud and long.

“Do you see why I wanted this?” Seshi asked.

“Hush,” she said, “I told you so isn’t becoming.” He laughed again and they flew over the village. “Will you fly us to Cammadan?” She asked.

“I will bear you, you are my rider,” he said. “And as a favor, also your mate.”

“Prior is not my mate,” she sighed and stopped herself. It was not worth continuing to argue. They landed on a promontory. She dismounted.

“You fought that for two years,” Seshi teased. “What do you think now?” Danna laughed.

“I apologize for my delay,” she said. “Do you want me there when you explain to the others?” He nudged her.

“No,” he said softly. “No, I will handle them.” She nodded.

“Danna Finn?” She jumped and turned. A woman in a black robe with brown skin, a long nose and amber eyes had appeared next to her.

Her face was familiar. But Danna couldn’t place her. She was a witch though, and Prior had mentioned witches being troublesome.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“There’ll be time for that later,” the woman’s voice was alarmed. “We’ve met before. But Prior is in trouble.” Danna felt her heart lurch.

“Cole,” she whispered. The witch nodded. “Seshi, will you bear her?”

“Yes, daughter of Mariah,” he nodded. “I will bear you,” the witch nodded and climbed on his back and headed towards town.

Danna

Danna Finn woke up and stretched cracking her neck on each side, the sun must have been up for hours, because it was blaring through the window. The man next to her grunted and rolled over and pulled her close.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He kissed her neck, and his hands were holding her just a little tighter than necessary for affection.

“I gotta get to work,” she mumbled, squirming a little. One hand ran down between her legs the other up to her breast. “Cole, come on,” she exhaled. How could he possibly want more? They’d gone for hours the night before.

“I’ve told you that you don’t have to work anymore,” he whispered, but finally let her go. She rolled her eyes and found her dress on the ground and pulled it over her head. “You’re my girl, I’m gonna take care of you.”

“Tanner’s been good to me,” she kissed him gently. “I don’t want to leave him in a lurch.” Cole snorted.

“That trash can handle his little watering hole,” Cole said. She frowned at him. “Come on, baby, just a quick ride before you go.” She crawled over the bed and kissed him deeply.

“I’ll see you tonight,” she said.

“I’ve got the boys tonight,” he said. She rolled her eyes. “You got your work, Danna, I got mine. I’ll buy you something pretty to make up for it.”

“What would your Daddy say if he knew you were spending his money keeping trash like me happy?” She teased. He gripped her chin.

“What would your Daddy say knowing you spread your legs for a useless rich boy like me?” His jab was sharper.

“I’m gonna go,” she said, shrinking back.

“Come on, I was kidding,” he said, and gripped her wrist. “I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry.” She nodded and pulled away. “We’ll come by tonight and get you, yeah?”

“Sure,” she mumbled. She tied her long red hair back and walked out of the bedroom. Cole followed after her, though he didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He’d made his point. She knew exactly what her father would think of her being here, in this house, in Cole’s bed.

He’d tell her she could do better. He’d tell some story about their family, and Cammadan, and magic. But Danna had stopped living in her Da’s stories, and Cole was a son of a bitch, but she had a roof over her head, and food in her belly.

Who cares if he fucked her too hard, or held on too long and too hard when she was trying to walk away? Or that his teasing never quite felt like teasing, like he knew he was sending an arrow right to her heart?

“See you later, sweetheart,” Cole said softly and lay a kiss on her shoulder.

“See you later,” she whispered and walked out towards the barn. She grabbed her horse, and rode into town and tied it off, walking into the small but well maintained board building that housed Tarren’s Bar. Tarren himself smiled at her from behind the bar.

“You’re early,” he said. She shrugged. “What’d he do to piss you off?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she teased and grabbed a mop and bucket and started on the floor.

“You might want to crash here for a few,” Tanner said. She frowned at him.

“Cole won’t like that,” she muttered. “Why?”

“Rangers are near by,” he smirked. She exhaled.

“The rangers never bother Cole,” she shook her head. She always assumed he paid them off. Cole bought what he wanted. He’d bought her, too. “What do you know, Tanner?” Her friend exhaled.

“There are two witches with them,” he said, “and one of the border Princes.” She raised an eyebrow. “Those green coats can be paid off, I’d kind of like to watch Cole try to get rid of a witch with a bag of gold.” Danna swallowed. Tanner’s grin wasn’t for no reason, his Wyan mother had often told both of them that one day the reckoning would come for the Cammadie in Westran, who were poor stewards and bad guests.

Danna’s father had often said the same. We’re not meant for this place, Danna, someday we’ll go home. When the queen comes. But her father had died, and the queen had come, and Danna didn’t know what home was, but the idea of leaving this place, hard as it was, to go to some green field that she didn’t know didn’t feel right either.

If Tanner thought these witches were the reckoning, maybe she should finally go. Go where? What would be different in Cammadan? She had nothing and no one there, here she had nothing but at least she had Tanner and Cole.

She walked over to the bar.

“Two witches?” She said. He nodded. “Her?” He rolled his eyes.

“I doubt Lady Anaia would come here,” he said. She grinned at him. “That’s like asking if your girl Queen came riding through.”

“Queen Annalise almost married the Chieftain,” she grabbed a bottled beer and popped the top off. “She might have come here if she had.”

“And instead he married a nice Wyan girl,” he smirked, “my people won that war.” She laughed and the doors swung open.

“Are you open yet?” A female voice said. Tanner nodded at the girl, speak of the devil, a ranger in a green tunic, with an axe strapped to her back. “Thanks, we’re starved,” she strode in and was followed by two more rangers, one a boy with almost white blonde hair tied back in a tail, and the other a dark skinned woman with her hair in braids, the prince followed them, or she assumed he was a prince, white, with dark hair and a chiseled jaw, wearing a brown leather vest, and a long knife on his belt, he was flanked by the witches.

Danna felt something rumble, deep in her, not sure what it was. Our blood is magic, Danna, Da would say, you need to look for it. Listen for it. But Dad was crazy. Both the amber eyed, brown skinned women in black, didn’t even glance at her. They looked right at Tanner who was staring at them.

“My Ladies,” he said coming out from the bar and kneeling for them. “You honor me.” One of them, with silky black hair that she was wearing down her back smiled softly at him and turned up his chin.

“You honor us,” she said.

“Is there food?” The other one said, her hair was veiled and the look on her face was amused. “Then I think we can talk about honor?” Tanner rose and looked at her, Danna kept watching them.

“Of course, Lady Nika,” he said. “My Prince,” he bowed to the other one. “High Lady Brea.”

“High Lady?” The beautiful one preened, “that’s new, I like that.” The Prince groaned.

“Yes, what you and my brother need are more titles,” he said, and she settled in to a seat and stuck out her tongue at him.

“Hush Rian Riordan,” she said, then she noticed Danna and her amiable mood seemed to evaporate. Danna looked away and went to get them water, she left it on the table and they started laughing and chatting. The beautiful witch watched her like a hawk though. She went back into the kitchen.

“What was that?” She asked. Tanner was standing in front of a tray staring at the ice box. “Tanner, are you alright?”

“Lady Nika is here,” he said, “Lady Brea is here,” he exhaled. “I have to feed them.” She crossed her arms. “They’re the daughters, Danna! Chief Walkin and Lady Anaia’s daughters, Lady Brea is married to the Chieftain.”

“Oh,” she said. “This is very exciting for you, then.” Her friend glared at her. “Give me that,” she grabbed the tray and filled it with bread and cheese from the box. “I’ll take care of them while you get yourself together.” She went and laid it out. “I apologize, Tanner is a bit, erm,” she said as they reached out and grabbed at the foot, “over come?”

“I have that effect on people,” the blonde ranger winked at her. The Veiled witch, Nika, Danna remembered rolled her eyes.

“He’s Wyan?” She asked.

“His mother,” Danna explained. “She lives just north of town.”

“We will go see her,” Lady Brea said, her face somewhat softer, but she still had Danna in her sights it seemed. “And you are?”

“Danna Finn, Lady,” she bobbed gently. “I can bring drinks if you like.”

“We do like,” the dark skinned ranger girl smirked, she’d leaned into the princes’s arm casually draped around her. Danna nodded and served them. Their chatter was interesting, mostly teasing, eventually they took rooms and went up to bathe. Tanner had recovered himself and as Danna went to clear the tables Lady Nika walked over to her.

“I apologize for my sister,” she said. Danna swallowed and nodded. “She dislikes the Cammadie presence on our land, it’s not personal.”

“You’re riding with the rangers,” I pointed out. She shrugged.

“We all have our hypocrisies,” she smirked, “and she’d argue the rangers beat the alternative.” Danna nodded. “Regardless, you have my apologies.” She walked away silently. Danna swallowed, she had a feeling Lady Nika had done this a few times.

“You should go home,” Tanner said as she helped him set for when the mines got out and the farmers settled their days.

“This morning you wanted me to stay here,” she reminded him. He exhaled. “Tanner,” she said. “What do you think is going to happen?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “I just have a bad feeling.”

“He’s not going to be there,” she shook her head, “he said he’s coming by for me whenever he’s done whatever it is he’s doing.” Tanner inhaled. “He doesn’t tell me what it is, it’s not like that.” Tanner frowned.

“What is it like?” He asked. He fucks me when he feels like and I don’t starve to death. She knew she couldn’t tell Tanner that. She looked at him and shrugged. “Danna,” he whispered, “what are you doing?”

“What we’ve always done,” she said, picking up a crate of empty bottles, “surviving.” She walked them out dropped them behind the store and looked up a the stars with her arms crossed. A breeze blew threw and a voice enveloped her.

Don’t run, Danna Finn, it was low, rumbling, male, but not human, she was sure of that. Wait for me. I have waited for you. She swallowed. So she was going insane in addition to everything else. She turned and walked back into the bar. Cole had arrived with his boys and waved to her, they were bragging loudly about what they’d “found” that day.

They hadn’t found shit, some miner probably had. She noticed the ranger party had settled in another corner and the arresting amber eyes of the witches were on her as she walked over.

“Hey beautiful,” Cole grinned and pulled her into his lap. “We scored big today.” She nodded.

“Cole, be careful,” she said. He laughed.

“Aw, you worried about me?” He nipped at her neck. She exhaled. “Is my girl great or what?” The group snickered. She met Broderick Dorthrin’s eyes, and thought of the time he’d cornered her at a mid summer festival and she’d stroked him off to get him to leave. She’d held that back, and Broderick must know it too, because he watched her constantly. “The greencoats and the savages won’t bother us.”

“Prince Rian’s no savage,” Lady Nika had walked over with a smirk, “I’ll cop to the label though. Mistress Danna, I was hoping you could find water for a bath for me? It’s been a long ride and I think the soak would do me good.”

“Of course, my lady,” she stood up and followed her. “You had a bath, I don’t know if I can scrounge more,” she admitted.

“You seemed uncomfortable,” the witch shrugged. Danna looked at her.

“Oh, no it wasn’t like that,” she looked down, “Cole’s my man.” She regarded me skeptically but then shrugged.

“I see,” she said, Danna turned to go back to work. “Danna Finn,” Danna turned and met the witch’s eyes, their amber color deepened and her face serious. “Whatever it was that you heard on the wind, I would heed it.”

“I don’t understand,” Danna said, “did you hear it too?” Lady Nika’s lips curled into a smile.

“No,” she said, “but I can feel your power, and the wind in this place is strange, and talkative and the wheel is about to turn.” She turned and left.

Danna swallowed. I can feel your power.

There’s magic in our blood, Danna. Da had sworn it.

That night after Cole had had his way, Danna drifted off to sleep, and dreamt of the sound of beating wings so loud it almost thunder, and she was soaring over the mountains towards the moon.

Wait for me, Danna Finn, the voice boomed. I have waited for you.

Note: This is the first ever interlude that doesn’t have it’s character’s next step already defined by the story. But, for what comes next for everyone else, Karina’s similarities to Annalise really do need to be clear (they are ridiculously alike, as reading about her here will make clear, I hope.) There’s a reason why Rana wants them ruling the world together.

Karina

She stood nervously as they walked into the gates of Rastan Palace. She was wearing a simple black gown and her hair was tied back in a knot.

“You need to calm down,” her best friend, and official court companion Lady Katrin Lestoff said. Karina swallowed. “Kristoff invited you, he wants you here.” Karina frowned.

“It isn’t that,” she looked at her. “Doesn’t something feel wrong?” Kat frowned at her.

“It’s colder than any normal person would ever want to be,” Kat said. Her older brother, Damian, Lefty, coughed to cover a laugh. Karina sighed. “I thought you loved it up here.” They royal family walked out, all, well what felt like a hundred of them.

“I’ve enjoyed myself on my visits,” Lefty shrugged.

“Lefty!” One of the Princes walked over, “wonderful to see you.”

“And you, Your Highness,” he grinned.

“Oh,” Kat muttered. “Now I see.” Karina stifled a giggled.

“Prince Nikolai, may I present Princess Karina of Phania, and her companion, my sister, Lady Katrin Lestoff,” Lefty said. “Your Highness, Kat, may I present Prince Nikolai.”

“I hope you ladies enjoy your time here,” he said, taking each of their hands and kissing them. “My brother is glad you were able to come, Princess.” He stepped away with a wink. “Lefty.”

“Nicky,” Lefty sighed. “Maybe I shouldn’t have taken this assignment, I’m going to get into trouble.” Karina giggled.

“Nicky?” Karina said. Kat rolled her eyes.

“You’ve never been front row to Lefty’s antics before,” Kat said, “it’s amusing. Like watching a dog chase it’s own tail.”

“Lefty,” Princess Rila walked over, her ice blonde hair in an elaborate braid topped by a black mourning veil. “We weren’t expecting you.”

“Your Highness,” he took her hand.

“Her too?” Karina mouthed to Kat, who shrugged. Then he walked over. Karina swallowed. His light hair and blue eyes were perfect, just as she’s always imagined them.

“Karina,” he whispered.

“Kristoff,” she said. She wanted to throw her arms around him. “I am so sorry about your father, Your Highness,” he smiled gently.

“Thank you, Princess,” he said. “You came.”

“You asked,” she breathed out. Kat cleared her throat. “This is Kat, she’ll be following us.”

“Chaperoning,” Kat said sharply. “I don’t like it either.” Kristoff laughed.

“I’m glad to meet you, Lady Lestoff, I of course know your brother,” he said. Kat nodded. Karina took his offered arm. He was perfect, she realized, everything she’d wanted him to be. They had moved into the hall, Karina and Kat had been presented to Raniere, and on their way out, they bumped into a man with salt and pepper hair, and stormy grey eyes intercepted them.

“Your Highness,” he said. His accent was Cammadie. “It is our honor to have you in Rastan.”

Karina felt a chill go down her spine.

“I don’t know you,” she said softly.

“Princess,” Lefty was at her side, he met the man’s eyes. “Master Braga, I understand?” His voice had changed. “The King mentioned you. We’ll have to discuss Cammadan, you must miss it.”

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” this Braga said cooly.

“Captain Damian Lestoff,” Lefty said simply, “Princess, it’s been a long day.” She nodded and he pulled her out. Kat was already waiting in their suite. “You are both to avoid that man, do you understand me?”

“Lefty, you can’t just,” Kat started but the look on his face was so serious, she stopped. “Who is he?”

“That’s Brayton,” Karina said, “isn’t it?” Lefty nodded. “How is he here?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “How did you know?” Karina shook her head.

“I don’t know,” she whispered, “it just, I just knew. But also, his eyes. Eric talks about Annalise’s grey eyes.” He nodded.

“Dami,” Kat’s voice went soft, reverting to the name she’d called him when she was small. “Are you alright?” He swallowed. He wasn’t, he would tell them that he was, he would make some joke, and laugh. That was what Lefty did. But this time he didn’t.

“Look at me,” he said, “both of you. Eric and Daniel sent me to keep you safe, and that got a lot more complicated, knowing this, so please, just promise me, stay away from him, as much as you can.” They both nodded. “Karina, write to Raymond, assure him everything is alright, that you arrived safely.”

“Are you going to write to Duchess Marina?” Karina asked. He swallowed.

“No,” he whispered. “Anything we’re sending to Dovetail will likely be read, he can’t know that Marina,” he was shaking. Karina had never seen him like this. “He can’t know anything about her.”

That night Karina wandered across the suite to Kat’s room and curled up in bed with her.

“You can’t sleep either?” Kat said. Karina shook her head.

“What’s wrong with Lefty?” She asked. Kat sighed.

“Brayton tried to kill him,” Kat said softly. “Not even kill him, turn him into a shadow. Not to mention what he’s done to the Duchess over the years,” she sighed. “He’s going to be very protective.”

“Hm,” Karina curled into her friend. “Kristoff is very handsome.”

“You knew that,” Kat laughed.

“Yes, but I didn’t know how handsome,” she said. She paused. “You have to help me be alone with him.”

“Karina, no,” Kat groaned. “Especially not now, Dami’s going to be relentless.”

“Please,” Karina said, “Kat, please!” Kat sighed. “Please,” she pressed her face against her neck.

“Goddess, you’re annoying,” Kat sighed. Karina giggled. “Of course, I’ll help you.”

“Good,” Karina said, “and when I’m queen I’ll pay you back.”

“You have such a back log of favors, I think you’ll have to give me the throne,” Kat giggled.

The next few days were calmer, Lefty was acting somewhat like his old self, though the way the Rastanis were reacting to him made Karina remember that he’d changed a great deal over the past few years, but they’d watched it happen gradually, so it felt less shocking. He gave both Prince Nikolai and Princess Rila wide berth, which only made them more persistent.

“Karina,” Kristoff whispered to her, one night while they were sitting watching a dance performance. He was seated just behind her, “I want to show you something.” She looked at him.

“I’m enjoying myself,” she said. One finger traced against her shoulder, and she inhaled.

“I’m sure you are, lovely,” he said, “but I’m also sure we could be enjoying ourselves a great deal more.” She felt the heat rise into her cheeks. Kat looked at both of them sharply. “Are you enjoying the performance, Lady Katrin?”

“You’re both going to get into trouble,” Kat muttered, and Karina looked at her pleadingly. She sighed. “I think I could use some air,” she said a little more loudly, Lefty looked over at her. “Dami, it’s stuffy, we’re going for a walk.” He exhaled.

“Fine,” he mumbled. His eyes hadn’t left Brayton all night anyway. They stood up and walked out of the room where Kristoff was standing waiting for them.

“So,” Karina said, “what is it that you wanted to show me?”

“Have you seen the Ice Garden yet?” He asked. She shook her head. “Come on,” he took her hand and they rushed out to a courtyard. They were handed fur cloaks by footmen waiting. Kat trailed behind looking at the large ornate ice sculptures. “What do you think?”

“I think when we first arrived, Kat was right,” she pouted. “It’s too cold here.” He smiled and took her waist and pulled her close.

“Let me warm you up then,” he mumbled. She giggled as he kissed her, gently at first but it grew intense, quickly. “I’ve wanted to hold you for so long.” He whispered. “I know I’m not supposed to say that, I know we’re supposed to act like we haven’t always known we’d be together.” She looked up at him. “But Karina, I’ve loved you through our letters for as long as I can remember.”

“Kristoff,” she mumbled as he kissed her again. “I,” she said softly. “I love you too.” He smiled widely at her. “You’ll come back with us? When we go home?” He kissed her again.

“Darling, I want to,” he said, “more than anything, but it’s mostly up to Raniere.” She bit her bottom lip. Of course, just like her, he was subject to someone else’s will. Her to her father, him to his brother. She looked over her shoulder and saw a very annoyed Kat, standing far enough away for plausible deniability but not so far that they could truly slip away.

“I wish we could be alone,” she whispered.

“At some point we’ll go on a hunt,” he whispered. “And we’ll go to the lodges.” She looked at him. “It’s very easy to be alone in the lodges, Karina.” They kissed again. She didn’t know what that meant, but the idea of some sort of wood cabin, a roaring fire and Kristoff sounded absolutely amazing.

Karina was watching Lady Carolina Dugarry and Lefty carefully. The gossip about them had seized the entire court, and if she didn’t know better, she might even believe it. They made an excellent show of their flirtation, and Lady Dugarry in particular played her role as a bored and neglected wife, flattered by his attention, to perfection. It’s a role she’d watched her mother play many times to bring allies to her side. The number of men in Phania who claimed to have Queen Elana’s heart was probably countless. Playing it with Lefty was risky though, the Rastani seemed to love gossip, but Princess Rila in particular did not like her former lover’s new pursuit.

She understood why they were doing it though. Brayton was, even in his disguise, keeping his distance from Lefty. Their “affair” was keeping him away from Lady Dugarry as well.

“I suppose she’s used to Scandal,” Rila pouted as they sat in a sleigh one day.

“Rila,” Kristoff cautioned his sister. Karina looked at her.

“Well, I’m only saying,” she sighed, “her marriage was challenged, and there’s the whole business with her husband and Queen Annalise.” Karina looked at Kat.

“Queen Annalise and Captain Dugarry ended their affair years ago,” Kat said snappishly. “Before he even met Lady Carolina.” Rila laughed.

“Of course,” she said. “Publicly.” Kat scowled at her.

“Rila, I think Lady Katrin might have more intimate knowledge of the situation,” Kristoff said. Karina smiled at him as she snuggled into his side. “I don’t imagine the Queen deceived her brother.”

“My Uncle and Queen Annalise were very much in love,” I said, “he was heartbroken when my brother asked him to end the engagement. But our lives aren’t our own, and that can end badly, don’t you agree Princess?” Rila swallowed and looked away. It wasn’t even gossip that Rila despised her husband, a crony of her father’s twice her age and given to drinking and womanizing, merely a fact.

“There’s no reason to be cruel, my love,” Kristoff whispered in her ear before kissing her neck gently, but he was laughing. They were rushing off the hunting lodges for the night and in the morning they’d be after a stag. Karina was looking forward to it. The approached what looked almost like a children’s play village, about ten small wooden houses arranged in a circle. She understood what Kristoff had meant about how easy it would be to be alone here, as he lifted her from the sled to help her. His hands lingering on her waist. A footman helped Princess Rila and then Kat out. “I’ll find you tonight,” he smiled and kissed her. She grabbed Kat’s arm and squealed as they followed the footman to their small cottage. Karina giggled falling back against the bed.

“Karina,” Kat said seriously, “I know what you think is going to happen tonight but I think that maybe,” she exhaled. “I just think you should be cautious.”

“Why?” Karina said. “Kristoff and I love each other and we’re going to be married.” Kat bit her bottom lip.

“But you might not be,” Kat said softly, “we were just talking about it. Eric was sure he was going to marry Annalise and your father changed his mind. He could change his mind about Kristoff too. I just want you to be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt like my brothers did.” Karina went and hugged her friend.

“I already love Kristoff,” she said, “if it doesn’t work I’ll already get hurt. At least this way I’ll get to remember being with him, I won’t regret anything.” Kat nodded. “You’ve always said you wanted an adventure, but you’ve been so cautious since we left Phania.” Kat sighed.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” Kat whined. Karina sighed, that was a difficulty.

“What about Caro?” Karina perked up. Kat rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’m sure she won’t mind.”

“It might blow her cover,” Kat pointed out. “I’m sure everyone expects her and Dami to spend every minute of this hunt together.” Karina looked down, Kat was saying without saying what they were both thinking. What if the affair wasn’t a lie? What if like her and Kristoff, Lefty and Caro had been looking forward to this opportunity to be alone together? “I’ll ask her,” Kat stood up and wrapped herself in her cloak and walked out. Karina smiled and giggled falling back against the bed. After dinner which was held outside in the middle of the circle of cottages over a fire, she adjourned to her cottage, and Kat went elsewhere. It was a few minutes before Kristoff slipped in the door.

“I told you it would be easy here,” he whispered. She giggled as he kissed her and they fell back against the bed. She lost herself in their touch and kisses, and as he made love to her, she felt the world melt away except for him.

The next day they all rode out into the woods, Karina spotted the stag, drew her bow, said a quick prayer to Rana and let fly. As it moved through the air she saw a vision, one that had been denied her for as long she could remember. She was kneeling before the High Mother on the steps of the palace in Vacana, and the Goddess’s Crown was being placed on her head. Kristoff stood to one side of her and Uncle Raymond the other.

The arrow struck the stag’s heart, and he fell. She understood then. There was a path for her, she just had to find it. Because what lay at the end was glory.