Dragon Twins Bride

The whole time, the four were eating, three of them seated on the bed, the older Yore on her knees on the ground. There were clearly empty chairs in the room, but she didn’t move towards any of them.

Gahariet interrupted their intense conversation to say, “You can sit in a chair, you know.”

“I don’t want to,” the seer quickly replied. “This is the proper way to address my queen.”

Gahariet shrugged and let it go. Far be it from him to violate royal Yore protocol. He had a feeling that it was nothing like the royal Draka protocol.

When there wasn’t any food left, Phuong poured out four glasses of wine from the small bottle that Gahariet had brought upstairs.

“I’d like to propose a toast.” Phuong passed out each glass of wine.

“To new beginnings and old revelations.”

“Cheers!” The four of them clinked their glasses, Hoa still kneeling on the ground.

“This would be perfect,” Phuong said, “if my brother were here.” She sighed before turning to look out of her window.

Simultaneously, Olivier and Gahariet looked at each other. They had searched far and wide for her brother. They’d used their normal investigators, but her brother was a ghost. They knew that she knew where he was hiding, but she wasn’t telling them. And if they couldn’t find her brother, they were going to have to hope that Marc would also be unable to find him.

“Excuse me,” Phuong gasped, quickly putting her wineglass down. She jumped out of bed and ran to her bathroom. Gahariet could hear the sounds of her retching into the toilet.

The Yore seer got to her feet and sprinted into the room, holding back Phuong’s hair as she emptied the meal that she’d just eaten right back out.

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Acid

Phuong

Phuong spat the taste of acid out of her mouth. She got to her feet and rinsed.

“I’ll go get you some fireweed tea and maybe flatbread. Your stomach can’t handle much right now.”

Hoa was so obviously

concerned about her that Phuong had to admit it was nice for someone to care about her well-being so much.

Hoa ran downstairs and came back up with a pot of tea, a teacup, and flatbread.

“Is she okay?” Gahariet asked Hoa. “She’s drunk our blood, so she’s turning into a dragon, but I don’t think that it’s normal to vomit during the process.”

“Her vomit has nothing to do with transitioning into being a dragon.”

“Tell me what it means, then.” Phuong crossed her arms. “What are you talking about?”

Hoa looked straight at Phuong’s lower stomach.

“I can sense the children inside of you. You’re having twins.”

* * *

Phuong rolled over for the eighth time that night, but she just couldn’t get comfortable. “You’re having twins.” Hoa’s words echoed in her mind over and over again.

Being pregnant with baby dragons was an overwhelming prospect, but she knew that she already loved the children who were growing inside of her. She still missed her brother, and Marc still had it out for her. But her dragon mates were protective, and she knew that the overprotectiveness would escalate while she had babies.

She’d asked to sleep alone tonight, which meant that she was alone in her cold room. She walked to the window.

Hearing something, she turned her head. Her hearing was sharpening. She saw a flicker of shadow in the corner of her eye, then she heard what sounded like an army of flapping wings in the air.