Defiance: Dragonics & Runics Part I by A. Wrighton

Author:A. Wrighton [Wrighton, A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little Green Eyed Press
Published: 2013-11-30T05:00:00+00:00

As Kalyna reached the bottom stair to the Common Room, she noticed the men’s stance about the table. They were talking in hushed whispers, a peculiarity in itself, and without looking up from their meals. She crept closer to hear their conversation without drawing too much attention. Vylain spoke earnestly and with a tonal authority, he mustered whenever Alaister was absent or uninvolved.

“Word around Dylle is that there might be a real heir to the Alerian throne still alive...hiding.”

Gage shook his head. “Like that’d matter. The Council—”

“Will be destroyed – by us. And when it is, we can find this long lost heir and he can rule his kingdom, and the others can go back to ruling their own kingdoms – exactly as prophesied.” Vylain paused for a long while, as if to think through his own words. He stared at his tavi and then at Gage, who quickly nodded an encouragement.

“And if he’s as bad as the Chancellor and his Council?” Lanthar offered.

Gage shrugged. “Couldn’t be. No one can be.”

Callon stirred from his hidden position beside Lanthar’s mass. He stretched out of his hunched posture and cracked his neck. “Enough talk of politics – it’s doing nothing for my head.”

“Your best option, Callon, is to not speak at all then,” Vylain said.

“Har, har, Brydellan. So... about last night...”

“Oh Listener save us, here he goes…”

“Callon, must you always recount your conquests?” Lanthar asked.

“What? Some people like Vylain here can only live vicariously through me, and who am I to deny them such pleasure?”

Alaister scoffed, joining the noise of the officer’s conversation for the first time. From his distant gaze and unsure attentions, Kalyna realized his mind was already on the morning’s tasks and flight plan. She watched him eat, methodically and purposefully, and stare through his men as they clamored and bickered.

“So I asked this wench what she could do for me and she goes, ‘I will do to you whatever you can imagine, so long as you—’”

The floorboard beneath Kalyna creaked and Lanthar’s celadon eyes were on her. She waved sheepishly. Lanthar nodded his hello and slapped Callon on the back, nodding towards Kalyna. With all the men’s eyes on her, Kalyna felt smaller and took to pulling and fidgeting with her green dress. She cast a nervous look to Alaister who smiled and gestured to the seat beside him, across from Callon.

She nodded, making her way as quietly as she could to her seat. Kalyna paused at Callon. Leaning in alongside him, she smiled deviously. “Morning Callon!” She yelled.

“Bretz! Really, Kaly?” Callon rubbed his heads and hid his ears. He pointed to Alaister who quickly denied the accusation Callon’s finger pushed against him. “Bad form, you two. Bad form. Payback’s one Udlastian mistress, Alaister Paine.”

“I do so look forward to meeting her,” Alaister said.

Kalyna laughed as she munched on some frillic berries and sipped her tavi. She enjoyed watching the men do anything as a group because none seemed completely in control, despite their need or want for it.

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