“Father said we need to buy him time.”
“For what?” Addolgar asked. He still didn’t know what his father was up to. And based on the way both his siblings shrugged . . . they didn’t know either.
“Let’s just do what he asks and hope for the best,” Ghleanna suggested.
“But how?”
“We could start a brawl. We’re always good at that.”
“Or . . . ,” Bercelak began, but then his voice trailed off and Addolgar realized his brother had caught sight of one of the Queen’s daughters. Princess Rhiannon. Everyone in the family knew of Bercelak’s never-ending—and fruitless—obsession with the meanest royal in all of the Southlands.
She was walking by when Bercelak quickly stepped in front of her—completely forgetting about poor Braith!
“Princess Rhiannon,” he said.
The white She-dragon looked up at him, her lip curling back over bright, white fangs. “Low Born.”
“It’s good to see you too.”
Ghleanna’s eyes crossed in exasperation—Rhiannon was their brother’s one and only true weakness—while Addolgar stamped his claw and snarled at his brother, “What are you doing? We’re running out of time!”
Rhiannon suddenly focused on Addolgar and he had to admit—he didn’t really like it.
“Running out of time for what?” Her eyes narrowed. “Are you planning to kidnap me?”
“Can we?” Bercelak asked.
Ghleanna slapped the back of Bercelak’s head and Addolgar admitted the truth: “We’re trying to stop an execution.”
“An execution? Oh. You mean poor Braith of the Darkness,” she said casually. “Oh, yes. My mother will definitely have her dead in the next five minutes.”
“Well, I don’t want that,” Addolgar said, horrified.
“Why do you care?”
“I just do!”
“She saved his life,” Ghleanna explained.
“And like the loyal fight dogs that you are, you feel the need to rush in and rescue her from the scary demon dragoness?”
“You mean your
“There’s no proof of that.”
“You have her eyes.”
“It’s like you want me to have you killed,” the princess snapped back at Ghleanna.
“This isn’t helping Braith!” Addolgar exploded. “We just need to buy some time.”
Rhiannon sighed dramatically, eyes rolling. She glanced around, reached into a small group of young males, and pulled one out.
“Bram, my dearest friend. These low borns need your help. Introduce yourselves, all, because I’ll not remember you, much less this conversation in the next five minutes.”
“Bercelak. Addolgar.” The young dragon greeted them, his gaze lingering a little long on Addolgar’s sister. “Ghleanna.”
Bercelak frowned. “Do we know you?”
“I’m Bram,” the dragon said, appearing confused. “I stayed with your parents last summer.”
“Oh.” Ghleanna glanced at them. “Right. Uh . . . Brogue.”
“Bram.”
“Right. Bram. Bram the . . . Friendly?”
“Merciful.”
“Of course!” Ghleanna smiled, patted his shoulder. “Bram the Merciful. My father speaks quite highly of you.”
“Really? What did he say?”
“Uh . . .”
“We don’t have time for this!” Addolgar pushed Ghleanna out of the way and grabbed the young dragon’s forearm. “Just go in there and do something, whoever you are.”
“Do what?”
“They’re trying to stop the execution of Braith of the Darkness,” Rhiannon stated, still calmly.
“Well, that execution’s practically written in stone.”
“Then unwrite it!” Addolgar barked. “Or I’ll go in there and lay waste to everyone!”
Not liking that response, Bercelak snarled, so Addolgar added, “Everyone but the Queen.”
“Then you’re of no use to me,” the princess muttered.
“Rhiannon,” the young, unknown dragon chastised. “Remember our discussion about things to say out loud and things to keep in one’s head? This is a keeper.”
Bercelak suddenly stepped into the young dragon. “You seem awfully familiar with Princess Rhiannon.”
Blinking up at Bercelak, the dragon stuttered, “Uh . . . well . . . uh . . .”
“Gods, Bercelak.” Ghleanna shoved Bercelak aside and caught hold of the young male. “Go in there, Bram, and do whatever is necessary to get us some time. Can you handle that?”
“Aye.”
“Good. Now go.”
Bram the Whatever rushed off toward the throne room.
“Where’s Da?” Addolgar demanded.
“He’ll be here. But you need to calm down,” his sister warned.
Bercelak, uninterested in any of this, faced the princess again. He smiled and she, in turn, sneered. “Low borns. I have absolutely no use for them.” However, she did nod at Addolgar. “Good luck saving Braith’s life, Cadwaladr. You probably won’t, but . . . good luck just the same.”
She turned, the sharp tip of her white tail nearly slicing Bercelak’s snout in two before she disappeared into a nearby chamber.
“You do realize you don’t have a chance with her, don’t you?” Ghleanna asked their younger brother.
“Shut up before I remove your scales.”
“Your father’s betrayal,” the Queen went on, “does not sit well with me, Braith of the Darkness.”
And Braith didn’t bother replying to that or anything else the Queen said. What was the point? Braith could tell by the way this was going that nothing would save her, and speaking out would probably only make it worse. In fact, she hoped if she kept silent the end would be quick. So she kept her eyes lowered and waited for it all to be over.
“Uh . . . excuse me, Your Majesty?” a voice said from behind Braith.
She didn’t turn around, but she could hear another dragon moving up behind her.
“What is it, Bram?” the Queen testily asked.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Your Majesty, but I was hoping to involve myself in this.”
“Involve yourself?”
“Uh . . . yes. Involve myself. With Braith’s defense.”
“Defense?”
“Why, yes, Your Majesty. Braith will get a defense, won’t she? Since the accusation has been against her father and not actually Braith herself. Correct?”
There was a long, painful pause, and Braith expected the Queen to order her guards to just cleave off Braith’s head. No one would exactly be surprised if she did, and the way the entire chamber became quiet . . .
Braith simply closed her eyes and waited, but in the silence, she heard something. The sound of wood striking stone and it kept moving closer.
It was curious how everyone became
