Dragon's Challenge - D. R. Rosier Page 0,24
in the bedroom and their personal lives. In fact, the more he manhandled her and took control, the more she breathlessly submitted to his every whim with a panting and wanton joy.
Perhaps it was a relief for her, after worrying about her kingdom all day and making life and death decisions, he imagined it would be a relief for her to give up control and not worry about her family. The fact he had no designs on what was hers, would just make it easier for her to give up that control without worrying about his ambitions.
They truly were perfect for each other, in the main, on multiple levels.
Of course, if he ever took her for granted, or neglected her, he was sure the authority she gave him in those matters would be temporarily revoked while she straightened his ass out. He didn’t think it would be a problem, his dragon nature and instincts would compensate for the human propensity to let that kind of thing happen.
If anything, he’d be overprotective and possessive given that nature of his, never neglectful like humans could become over time. He was sure that was what their future arguments would be about, if anything.
That morning right after a private breakfast in the garden, the king sent word that the Prince and his entourage had left for home after delivering dire warnings about evil growing in his home. He wasn’t thrilled that his sister just walked away, but he was far too enamored of his princess to even think of jumping up and going after the evil bitch.
Her time to pay for her sins would come. They’d have to wait and see what the emperor would do with the news that the marriage had gone ahead, and it’d take at least a week for the prince to make it home.
The princess changed the subject, “Willow, or is it Tansya?”
Tansya replied, “The second one, but I don’t mind being called Willow.”
Stephanie shook her head, “Maybe, but there’s no reason for you to hide anymore, not now that all the nobles know the truth and the people are learning of it. You don’t have to switch spots, you can both come out, and appear how you want to appear.”
He grunted, annoyed at himself, “I should’ve thought of that.”
Tansya beamed at them both, “Thank you for the thought, princess. I like how I look now, or at least how Muranth looks at us with desire in this form. I will wear my hair up, and Willow down, so you can tell us apart. But outside of bedroom time we prefer to be out one at a time, so that won’t change.”
Stephanie tilted her head, “Can I ask why?”
Tansya nodded, “I don’t mind, ask me anything you want. Our awareness is much sharper this way. We both experience what the other does, and Willow might notice something through my senses that I miss. If we were both interacting with so many humans around, it would get confusing. With both of us focused on one set of senses, whichever of us is out while the other just relaxes in our tree, we’re far more likely to notice a threat to master or another problem. If we were both out, the confusion of seeing and hearing so many people and sensations twice over, the opposite would be true, we’d be more likely to miss something important.
“Our shared senses also means that we won’t miss anything, or feel slighted, neglected, or lonely when were in the tree.”
Stephanie shook her head, “I can’t imagine, but I’ll take your word for it.”
Tansya giggled, “There is one advantage I will take advantage of. It will be a huge relief, not to have to act like a snooty elf.”
Stephanie snickered and turned to Muranth.
“When were you planning to restart your circuit?”
He replied, “Maybe a week? A honeymoon of sorts? I’ll never get enough time with you, but my itch to make more coin for my treasury won’t hold out much longer than that.”
Stephanie smiled, “Good, I’ll let father know he’ll have to run the kingdom without me for that long. I want to spend as much time with you as I can as well. You never asked this, but the prince consort draws a healthy stipend. A hundred gold a month isn’t near what you can make hunting monsters, but it will add up.”
That would help, plus all his businesses that Nysa ran. He was fairly confident he’d easily fill up his treasure room in the