The Raven and the Dove (The Raven and the Dove #1) - Kaitlyn Davis Page 0,17

impossible. Her voice trilled with awe. “Can you believe it?”

“You were there?” His eyes bulged, a reaction that was the opposite of hers. “I said to stay out of trouble, out of sight. What were you thinking? What—”

“No one saw us,” she interrupted. No one conscious, anyway… Lyana focused on the cover story she and her best friend had put together. “Cassi and I were hiding in a cave we discovered along the cliffs. We saw the dragon. We saw the ravens fight it off. And when they left to report back to their queen, who was traveling a few miles behind, we snuck out of our hiding spot and raced home.”

It was a good lie, a convincing one, and it rolled ever so smoothly from her lips.

Luka brought his palms to his forehead, rubbing his fingers over his short, black curls as he took a long, uneven breath. “Where’s Cassi now?”

Gathering supplies, Lyana thought, a little twinge of guilt in her chest. She smothered it easily. “In her rooms.”

“And she’s all right?” Luka asked.

“She’s fine,” Lyana assured him, then grinned. “Though I’m sure she’ll be overjoyed to hear how concerned you were for her wellbeing.”

Luke rolled his eyes and shoved her playfully. “You two…”

“Us two what?”

Luka shook his head with a heavy sigh. But a moment later, a smile appeared at the edges of his lips—a reminder that the mischievous brother she remembered was still alive in there somewhere. The weight of being the heir hadn’t smothered him entirely, at least not yet.

“So you really saw it?” he asked, eager curiosity in his tone.

“Luka…” His name came out in a delighted sigh, because she was unable to even find the words.

He stepped closer, widening his ashy wings and bending them like a protective cocoon, the way he used to do when they were children concocting a plot that would only get them into trouble. “What did it look like?”

“Fire and fury,” she said, not sure how else to describe the dragon. “Like a star that had fallen from the sky and gained wings. When it roared, I swear the clouds trembled.”

“How big?”

“Its wings were five times the size of mine, at least. And its mouth, the gods, it must have been as long as I am tall.”

“Red eyes?”

“Just like the stories said.”

“Ana…” He exhaled the word in a tone brimming with disbelief and wonder, then squeezed her shoulders, slightly crushing the silk sleeves of her gown. “I can’t believe—”

“I know,” she said, pitch high, hands balling into fists meant to contain the emotions rolling through her.

“What—”

“Surely these aren’t my children standing in the foyer giggling like two fledglings?” a deep voice boomed, interrupting their private celebration. “Not on the dawn of their courtship trials.”

Luka’s wings snapped away from her, folding tightly against his back. Lyana jumped out of her brother’s embrace, bowing her head as she turned to face the king.

“Surely the prince and princess of the House of Peace wouldn’t be gossiping like common servants,” the king continued, hands clasped behind his back, creamy wings wide and commanding as he scolded them, and not for the first time. “Not about something so incredibly disarming as a dragon invading our lands? As the fire god gaining strength? As Aethios being threatened on the eve of our most sacred ritual?”

“Of course not, Father,” Lyana muttered.

“Oh? ‘Of course not, Father’?” the king mocked, turning to his daughter.

Luka tossed her a sidelong glare. Talking back just made everything worse—for Luka, maybe. But if there was one person Lyana knew how to manipulate, it was her father. And she meant that in the most adoring way possible.

Swallowing a gulp, she took a step forward, then clutched one of the king’s hands in both of hers and looked up at him as she shifted her wings a little higher and made her eyes as large as possible. “A dragon? Here? Father, you can’t be serious. We had no idea. I heard the ravens arrived, and I came to find Luka to see if any other houses had come while I slept. We were talking about the trials. But a dragon? Today of all days?” Lyana paused, releasing a trembling breath as she pressed their clasped hands to her chest and glanced up at the ceiling as though it were the sky. “Bless Aethios.”

Luka snorted.

Lyana stopped herself from wrinkling her nose at him. The delivery was a bit dramatic perhaps, but it worked.

Her father relaxed. “I pray the gods give you a mate with some