The Dragon's Unwanted Triplets by Serena Rose

Author:Serena Rose [Rose, Serena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-13T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Alaia was so exhausted that she didn’t realize she’d fallen asleep on Zorion’s shoulder until his thumb caressed her cheek. “We’re home,” he said quietly, and she blinked, stretching her arms above her head. The rest of the Gala had been mostly boring.

Just as she’d predicted, the nobles already allied with Zorion found their little stunt hilarious, some of the unaffiliated thought it was terribly romantic, and the ones who had always been with Imanol were outraged. The king himself had unfortunately not been present, as he had retired very shortly after her distressing dance with him.

Now, they were home, and the Gala was over. It was like casting off a heavy cloak. Itzal opened the carriage door, but as soon as she saw his expression, she knew something was wrong.

“The house is dark,” Itzal said in a low voice. Zorion sat straight up. “Let’s not rush into anything. I’ve got weapons under the seat.” A moment later, Zorion had a sword in his hands and Itzal was wearing a brace of daggers. “When this is all over, remind me to teach you how to fight,” Itzal said as he handed Alaia a lantern. She felt like telling him she had no desire to fight, but now was hardly the time to argue. Her heart was hammering, and her only thought was were the children safe?

Itzal went first, sinking into a crouch and creeping to the front door, which opened at a touch of his hand. A chill went down her spine. Maude would have never left the door unlatched. The parlor was dark, and the only sound was the creak and groan of the house settling in the wind. It was all Alaia could do not to push past the two men and run up the stairs.

Her muscles were vibrating with tension as they made it to the second floor and rounded the corner. Zorion cried out and ran ahead before Alaia could even see what was going on, but it only took a moment for her to realize. The door to the children’s bedroom was open, and the guards that should’ve been there were gone. She ran into the room to find Zorion crouched on the floor next to a body.

“Markel! What happened?” he shouted as Alaia held up the lantern. The head guard was badly wounded, and his face was drawn with pain. The air was heavy with the scent of blood. A wave of dizziness swept over her.

“I’m sorry. The King’s men… took the little ones,” he groaned out. “We fought as hard as we could.” Panic started crawling up Alaia’s throat; she barely heard Zorion’s next words.

“What about Lorea and the others?”

“She and the nursemaids… convinced the men to take them too, to keep the babies happy and fed. They… didn’t recognize her…” Markel replied, his voice growing more and more faint. Alaia’s knees felt weak, and she grabbed onto the wall for support.

“He’s gone,” Zorion said, getting to his feet. His face was

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