Caveman Alien's Riddle - Calista Skye Page 0,86
could be this nerve wracking.
“I have only one intention,” the dragon states firmly.
“And what is that?”
Caronerax puts one hand on my shoulder, and I immediately feel better. “To marry Jennifer. That is my only intention.”
“We will kill you if you do anything to harm any of us.”
“That is understood.”
“I must also inform you that there are two other dragons inside. We will tolerate no infighting at all.”
The dragon squeezes my shoulder. “There will be none. If anything, my presence will have a calming effect on the other two. A table with tree legs is more stable than one with two.”
Brax’tan relaxes and forces a thin smile. “That would be welcome. As are you, then. Follow me.”
We enter Bune.
The girls are returning from their posts, still carrying loaded guns.
“No casualties,” Delyah concludes. “Even if you snuck out, Jennifer. We were sure that was the end of you.”
“Me too,” I confess. “And we were both almost right.”
I introduce Caronerax, and the mood in the ship brightens considerably.
“A dragon at full strength? That’s going to be very useful.”
“He’s formidable. And still he’s different, somehow? Or is it just me?”
“I never saw a dragon with stripes before.”
“Or a beard.”
“He looks like a sky with yellow lightning. So cool.”
“Look at the hairpin! So adorable. Did you give him that, Jennifer?”
Kyandros and Aragadon come sauntering from opposite parts of the ship, stopping five paces away.
“Prince Caronerax,” Kyandros says smoothly. “I didn’t know we were honored by royalty on this barren planet.”
Caronerax smiles tightly. “There is some honor involved, Kyandros the Fearsome. Whether that honor is on my side or yours, I’ll leave you to judge. In fact, my brother is here as well. Though not close by, I think. Greetings, Aragadon the Shrewd.”
“Prince. You are on our side?”
“Very much so. We three are now special among the dragons. It is us few against the many. And interestingly, we few shall prevail.”
“Whose side is the king on?” Kyandros inquires.
“On his own side, as always,” Caronerax states. “Lying on his hoard, suspecting everyone.”
I leave the dragons to their alien conversation and walk over to the girls. “Any chance for a simple country chick to get married in these parts?”
“Totally,” Caroline smiles. “We even have a rich selection of venues. Pick your landscape.”
- - -
“I do!” Caronerax thunders so the snow falls from the treetops.
“I do,” I agree when it’s my turn, a little softer.
I’ve picked the level in the spaceship which has a snowy forest and hot springs, because it kind of reminds me of the pine woods and the geyser. The air is nice and crisp, but not so cold that it becomes a problem for me in my wedding dress.
He puts a ring on my finger, and I put one on his. It is the gold from the nugget that was so toxic to him, and the rings had been melted and forged with dragonfire.
We kiss and walk a short ways down the path where the snow has been cleared, while the others clap and cheer for us.
I look up at my husband, happier than I thought I could get on planet Xren. “Not many dragons get married, I heard.”
“Not many,” Caronerax agrees. “And none inside a spaceship made by our enemy species.”
“I knew it,” I tell him. “You’re special and unusual. Even for a dragon:”
He kisses me again, because he just can’t help it. “My secret revealed at last.”
“Oh, I will reveal all your secrets, Your Royalness. Are you really a prince?”
“That’s what they tell me.”
“What does that make me? Not a princess, I hope.”
“Right. And someone told me the title Queen of Earth is out of the question for you. You are remarkably resistant to titles! I think this only makes you my wife. Which is less a title and more of a fact.”
I squeeze his hand. “That’s what I was hoping. That’s all I ever wanted. Just you.”
“You have me now. And more importantly, I have you.”
“And how. Even if you are scary sometimes.”
He does that thing with his hand. “Boo.”
The girls come over to congratulate me, and they guys saunter over to slap Caronerax on the back and probably exchange horror stories about childbirth. Even Kyandros and Aragadon have showed up, and while they keep distance to each other, they seem less averse to my husband. Well, he is a prince.
“Three dragons in our tribe,” Phoebe sums up. “Of which one is a prince. We’re doing better and better when it comes to marriages. Moving up fast.”
“The next one has to be