To Tame a Rogue (Age of Gold Book 3) by May Sage

Author:May Sage [Sage, May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Madam's Books
Published: 2018-11-07T18:30:00+00:00

Beta

Ash flew to the borders of Farden to find no one; not one warrior had been sent to his aid. For a moment, he wondered if Damion had opted to keep his wound a secret; he might have left it if he'd felt that he'd been healed after the blow. But it was unlikely.

Ash made for Absolia, flying straight home, to find dozens of dragons flying over his fortress. The beasts were fighting, claws and fangs extended, while hundreds of warriors were crossing blades on foot.

War. And a civil war by the looks of it.

Ash flew right to the guard tower that topped every other building and mountain in his kingdom, his black dragon clutching it with his huge talons, and he remained there, observing all his subjects, taking the scene in.

At the city walls, he saw his mother's pack fighting bears. Gragnar stood with the wolves, standing right next to Ash's mother. No sign of Damion.

It wasn't hard to guess what had occurred. His mother had always been power hungry. In his youth, she used to insist that he should take years to play around, enjoy being a youngling, rather than take the rule of the country at twenty-five. "You're too young, you shouldn't have such responsibility," she'd say. "I can carry on being your regent for as long as I'm needed."

But he had accepted his responsibility as soon as he'd come of age. He would have enjoyed a few years to himself, certainly, but he'd seen what his mother had done with the country. She shamelessly favored the wolves in all things. If Ash had delayed his coronation, he would only have had ruins to rule over: the dragons would have revolted against Milena Dracul sooner than later.

And so, every year since, his mother, as one of his advisors, had still subtly attempted to regain some control. Rejecting her council had become a habit Ash had never thought much about; shrugging her off was easy enough. Her most vocal protest was that he wasn't fit to rule over wolves or bears without being tied to either clan: it was his duty as king to marry.

She'd pushed and pushed for it, always proposing one of her packmates as a potential wife. At the back of his mind, Ash had shuddered, thinking that the moment he got the wolf bitch with child, he'd be as good as dead.

But as he hadn't married, they'd plotted to get rid of him nonetheless. Gragnar, ever his mother's creature, had hit him with a long-distance spell, leaving him for dead, and now they were making a move to seize the crown.

Ash wasn't entirely surprised. No king in Absolia had ever ruled without having to fight for their crown.

He was young, untested, and had to prove himself to a nation of powerful warriors.

Good. The dragon was in the right mood for that.

As he watched them all from his tower, his subjects stopped fighting, eyes on his beast.

The dragon arched its back and roared, a sound that made the ground shiver, the mountains quake.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.