A Dragon's Tale
Copyright© 2022 by Antiproton
Chapter 80: The One You Feed
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 80: The One You Feed - An accident + Magic = A man's mind in a dragon's body. After being pulled into a high-fantasy world of elves, magic, and airships, our hero finds himself chased by lords, hunted by mages, and fighting to protect and nurture those he loves while also fighting his new dragon instincts. I promise a happy ending to this character-driven saga, but don't forget: "the course of true love never did run smooth".
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Restart Magic non-anthro MaleDom Light Bond Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie First Oral Sex Pregnancy Slow
Candice had always loved the feeling of waking up groggy. Ever since she was a little girl, that feeling of gentle brain fog and listless desire to do nothing except keep her eyes closed and drift off back to sleep, or maybe doze, had been wonderful. It was the ultimate luxury to hover between awake and asleep because she had nothing to do. It hadn’t happened often, but on the rare occasions that she’d been able to doze in a thick fog of grogginess, she’d loved it.
That’s how she felt now.
She didn’t think that she had anything to do, or at least she couldn’t remember that she did. She thought that all her chores were done and couldn’t think of anything on the farm that needed doing ... wait...
It came rushing back to her in an instant.
Her father’s accident, his slow recovery, losing the farm, the offer to ‘entertain’ at the tournament, meeting Ethan and then Duke Farbrottan, the melee, rescuing the duke, and-- She closed her eyes a little tighter, not wanting to remember her knee. It couldn’t be real.
She swallowed, then tried to wiggle the toes of her right foot. Nothing happened. She didn’t feel anything. She swallowed again, her throat feeling tighter than it had a moment ago. She had always thought that her legs were one of her better features, and now...
“You awake?” A kind, tender, caring, and masculine voice whispered from nearby.
Ethan.
“I...” She started to reply, but couldn’t think of anything to say. Shockingly, her leg didn’t feel painful, though she thought that might be because of the laudanum. Come to think of it, that might be part of why she was so groggy and felt a vague sense of happiness despite everything.
“It’s okay, you can rest.” He said.
She nodded, but didn’t feel like resting. After a moment, she opened her eyes, squinting at the brightness of the day.
It was a gorgeous day.
There were only a few wisps of cloud in the sky, there was a gentle breeze, and she could hear birds singing their cheerful songs nearby. The sky was a beautiful blue, and the few clouds only served to underscore how blue and enormous it was. It was a nearly perfect day with a strong note of autumn air, though it wasn’t cold.
She looked around to see that she was in the bow of the tiny airship. Ethan was nearby, as was Beth, though everyone else was aft of the mast. They were flying with what looked like all their sails deployed, though she didn’t have a real sense of how fast they were moving because she was lying down and couldn’t see the ground moving under them.
“This is the first time I’ve been on an airship.” She said after a moment, wanting to talk about anything other than her leg.
“It’s a great day for that I suppose.” Ethan replied, eyeing her closely.
After a moment, she spoke again. “How bad is it?”
He closed his eyes and sighed. “Halasses says that he cleaned it well, so there should be no infection.”
She nodded slowly. “But ... um, how bad is it?”
“It’s...” He trailed off as he looked in the direction of her knee.
She couldn’t bring herself to look at it yet.
“I’m sorry.” He said after a moment. “I tried, but ... Yeah, I’m sorry.”
Candice bit her lip, then sat up and looked down. Her dress was a mess. It was dirty and ripped in several places, so she was showing more skin than she would’ve preferred. It wasn’t a lot of skin, but it made her uncomfortable anyway. But lower down, her knee was...
“I’m so, so sorry.” Ethan said again.
“It isn’t your fault.” She said after a moment as she stared at the dress draped over the stump of her right leg, just above where the knee should have been. “I knew I could get hurt, I just didn’t think...”
She stared at it.
“If it helps, Duke Farbrottan paid off your family’s debt and moved them to a large farm, then destroyed all records of you being at the tournament.” Ethan said.
Candice actually managed a smile, then her smile faltered. “I shouldn’t go see them though, right? Lord Farbrottan might hurt them if he found out.”
“Yeah.” Ethan replied with a heavy sigh. “Sadly, yeah.”
She looked around at the gorgeous Ivernian countryside around them, not sure what to do or where to go. She couldn’t go back to her parents, which is what she’d been planning on doing after the tournament. She didn’t know if Ethan’s offer to accompany him to Nalatia was still an option, and she didn’t want to assume. She bit her lip.
“Hey, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” He said after looking at her for several seconds. “I’m sure I can put you up in Nalatia somewhere, and I know some elves that’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
Candice felt herself deflate slightly, and wasn’t awake enough to hide it.
“You don’t want that?” He asked
“Um...” She looked over at Duke Farbrottan, hesitated, then spoke. “I want to help.”
“I thought you didn’t like him?” Ethan asked.
Candice cocked her head to one side for a moment, wondering what he meant, then it hit her and she made a face. “Oh, no, not like that.” She shuddered. “I want to help you. Um, with Ivernia.”
He blinked. “Even after...” he gestured at her knee.
She bit her lip again, then nodded.
“Why?” He asked, and he sounded genuinely curious.
“I have this dream.” She said, smiling slightly even despite the situation; was that the laudanum again? “I want to get married one day, and have some children. I know it’s silly, but I want to be rich enough to have a three-room house.” She could feel her cheeks grow warm at the thought; that was dreaming rather high. “And I don’t want my children to ever wonder where their next meal will come from, or if they’ll have a next meal. That can’t happen as long as Lord Farbrottan is ruling Ivernia.”
Ethan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I get that dream, but you still want to help? After what helping cost you?”
Candice hesitated a moment, then slowly nodded. “Um, if I can.” She looked at her leg. “This is awful, but ... but if it means my children won’t have to worry about eating, it’s worth it.”
Ethan stared at her for a few moments. “You’re serious?”
She nodded.
He opened his mouth to say something, paused, then closed it.
“Do other Ivernians feel that way?” Beth asked.
“Um, I know some do.” Candice replied, the idea that Ivernia could be free making her already sleepy-happy brain feel better.
“You seem awfully cheerful.” Ethan said after a moment.
“That’s the laudanum Dominus.” Beth replied. “It makes you that way for a while.”
He inclined his head in concession, then looked at Candice. “Well, I don’t see why you can’t come with us. I’m not sure on which airship, because it’s sounding like there will be four of them soon, but you’re welcome to join us.” He paused. “I can’t guarantee that something worse won’t happen though. Honestly, this made me realize just how dangerous what we’re doing is.”
“Okay.” Candice replied. It took a moment to realize that she had agreed so quickly because she hated the idea of being parted from him. Not that she didn’t want to help Ivernia -- she did and was telling the truth about that -- but she also didn’t want to be away from Ethan.
“Think about it.” Ethan said after a minute. “We have a lot to do in Nalatia before we strike out again, and you’ll have all that time to consider what you want to do. Whatever you decide though, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of; it’s the least I can do.”
“Thank you.” She replied, her heart feeling quite warm at the thought of Ethan taking care of her. She knew she probably shouldn’t, but she did.
Candice also noticed that Beth was eyeing her carefully, though not suspiciously.
∗You really think so?∗ Selene asked the group chat, which Ethan was currently not a part of because Beth had asked him to close his connection to it for a few minutes for some ‘girl talk’. All of Ethan’s wives -- except for Beth of course -- plus Thea, Ahjah, Victoria, and Anthiel were currently at the Nalatia docks surrounded by the Lightguard and no small number of the palace guard as well; The King had insisted on the additional protection if they wanted to venture out.
∗I do think she’s falling for him.∗ Beth replied. ∗Don’t get me wrong, I like Candice. She’s kind, and brave, and she wants to help. But I think the more time she spends around Ethan, the more attached she’ll get. Illuminar said only seven wives though. Honestly, as much as I love you ladies and wouldn’t trade you for anything, I don’t want Ethan’s time split any more than it already is.∗
Selene couldn’t help but smile at Beth’s analysis. She was expressing herself calmly, rationally, and had pinpointed the exact problems that Selene herself had noticed when Beth suggested that Candice might be crushing on Ethan. It was one of those little moments where Selene noticed just how much the blonde teen had grown up in the few months she’d known her.
“They’re here.” Taloni pointed to an airship that was heading toward them.
“Anthiel, the name.” Alana said with a grin as she looked at the Argo’s pilot.
“He told me it was a surprise.” The over one hundred-year-old elf replied with a wide smile, and the tiniest hint of almost girlish glee in her tone.
“What’s the name, for those of us with only human eyes?” Selene asked.
“The Cloud Song.” Alana replied.
Selene smiled, recognizing that ‘Cloud Song’ was Anthiel’s elven title.
“It was apparently Mirella’s idea, and she was both insistent and ‘persuasive’ in arguing for it.” Anthiel said. Based on the high elf’s tone, Selene was pretty sure that Mirella’s ‘arguments’ likely had very few words, if any at all.
“Given that we’ll be a tiny fleet of four airships, it will be good to have an admiral with us.” Kendra mused.
Selene nodded slowly; the Argo owned by Ethan, the Midnight Sun owned by Falkaan, the Nomad’s Pride leased from The King by Ahjah, and the Cloud Song owned by Ralgar. It was a small fleet. Very small, but still a fleet.
∗Maybe Candice could fly with Ralgar?∗ Selene suggested to the group chat as the Cloud Song maneuvered into position over the docking berth.
∗I was actually thinking that we could keep her on the Argo and introduce her to Ellis.∗ Alana replied. ∗It was Sarah’s idea, and honestly, I think they would make a great couple.∗
∗But that means she would be on the Argo near Ethan, and I don’t think that would be good for her.∗ Beth replied. ∗She’s already too attached to him, and she already lost her leg. A broken heart on top of that would be just awful.∗
∗Perhaps we could simply wait and see if she still wants to travel with us when we leave, and lay out her options then.∗ Rachel suggested.
∗Agreed.∗ Selene replied, and the others followed suit. ∗Besides, she can’t marry anyone until her father agrees, so why bother playing matchmaker now?∗ She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at that fact. Though, she had gotten her own father to sign off so someone here would perform her wedding, so she supposed it would be hypocritical to condemn it too hard ... not that it would stop her.
The Cloud Song finished docking and its crew lowered the gangplank while Selene waved to Mirella, who was positively beaming. Behind her and slightly shorter was Ralgar himself. Selene had always thought it odd that he was shorter than both his wives, but you’d never know by the way he carried himself. Except for possibly Lord Kalus and the Crown Prince, she had never met anyone who was so genuinely confident and humble at the same time.
The Cloud Song’s crew was clearly on the older side for an airship crew, though not ‘old’. It looked like most of them were in their forties, with a few younger, and some with lots of gray in their hair. Every single one of them was fit and spry though, and not a single one of them seemed anything like Raklan, which was a relief.
“Selene!” Mirella gushed when the gangplank was down and she’d hurried across it.
“Mirella!” Selene waited until she crossed and then gave her a tight hug, noting that the elf seemed much less withdrawn now than before. That was probably the result of being married to Ralgar for many months, and having a bun in the oven probably didn’t hurt either. The latter certainly showed in her demeanor.
“You seem happy.” Selene observed when the hug broke.
The high elf beamed, then rested her hand over her womb. “I’ve never been happier. Ralgar has been amazing, and I never thought...” She got slightly choked up as her beaming continued and she glanced at him.
“Hello handsome.” Anthiel nearly purred nearby as her husband crossed the gangplank. He dipped the over one hundred-year-old elf and kissed her deeply, and Selene felt slightly odd about watching.
Mirella blushed.
“If you’ll pardon me, I have something to discuss with my wife.” Ralgar said, and then led her right back across the gangplank and into the captain’s cabin.
Mirella’s blush deepened.
Selene chuckled, then addressed her. “So, what’s been happening?”
Mirella gave them all a quick overview of what had been happening, with promises to explain more later, then she turned to Sarah. “I believe you are Sarah?”
Sarah nodded. Notably, her cheeks had gone pink at Ralgar and Anthiel at the same time Mirella’s had.
“I have been so looking forward to meeting you.” Mirella said with a warm smile. “Ralgar thinks we will get along extremely well based on what Anthiel has told him, though, he declined to say why because he wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Oh.” Sarah replied. “Okay, um, well, I hear you are a great cook and I like cooking. Maybe that’s why?”
“Oh, you do?” Mirella’s smile widened further. “I would so enjoy having someone to cook with, if, perhaps, you would be willing to share a kitchen?”
Sarah got a wide smile on her face. “I would love that.”
“Anthiel suggested that there was a meal with friends that needed preparing for tomorrow evening, once Ethan has returned.” Mirella said. “Would you consider making that a project for the two of us?”
Sarah beamed. “Of course, but could Thea help? She’s learning how to cook and I’m honored to call her my friend.”
“Of course.” Mirella replied, genuine enthusiasm in her tone as she was introduced to the betrothed couple, and then Victoria.
The chefs almost immediately started talking about food, and the result was that Selene’s stomach started telling her to undereat tomorrow so she could gorge herself on whatever culinary masterpieces the two whipped up.
About then, Ralgar and Anthiel returned from the captain’s cabin. Anthiel’s always-perfect hair was a little less perfect than usual and the high elf was smiling a little more deeply. Ralgar was still the picture of military discipline, but he also had a satisfied smile on his face.
He greeted all of Ethan’s wives -- except for Beth of course because she wasn’t there -- and then turned to Thea and Ahjah. “Congratulations on your betrothal. Ani assures me that you are absolutely perfect for each other, and I look forward to traveling with you and the Prophet.”
The happy couple beamed.
Ralgar and Mirella also greeted Victoria, and then everyone set off for the palace grounds.
Selene maneuvered herself so she was next to Victoria. “Hey, I’ve noticed that you tend to fade into the background; is that on purpose?”
“A little.” The platinum blonde nodded. “I’m really just a small-town girl and I’m out of my element. Plus, I like to see how other people behave.” She paused. “Well, good people. I like seeing that.”
“Ah, people watching.” Selene nodded, paused, then added with a suppressed smile. “Is there a particular colonel-- I mean, ‘person’, who you like to watch?”
Victoria gave her a look, but the tiniest, subtlest, barely perceptible hint of color appeared in her porcelain cheeks.
Selene chuckled.
∗Dominus?∗ Beth thought to her husband tentatively.
∗Yeah?∗ His mental tone was calm, but she could tell that it wasn’t a genuine calm. The fact that he was gripping the side of the small airship so tightly with his claws that he was creating permanent marks in the wood also clued her in.
∗You aren’t okay.∗
∗No, I’m not.∗ He confirmed. Again, his tone was forcedly calm with a not-so-subtle undercurrent of rage.
∗You did everything you could Dominus.∗ She glanced back at Candice, who had fallen back asleep, which was no wonder with everything she’d been through. Beth almost wanted a nap herself.
∗And it wasn’t enough.∗ He replied with the edge of a growl in his tone, though it wasn’t directed at her.
∗Dominus.∗ She put a hand gently on his shoulder. He looked at her and she repeated herself a little more seriously. ∗You did everything you could.∗
∗And it wasn’t enough.∗ He repeated himself as well, and she saw him clench his hand tighter against the wood.
She swallowed, not sure how to respond. She wished that Alana was here, or Rachel, or even Kendra might be able to help more.
After a moment, she tried again. ∗Dominus, I don’t know how to help you.∗
He looked at her, and she could tell that he was trying to smile. ∗Sometimes, when you didn’t cause the problem, there’s nothing you can do.∗
She nodded slowly. ∗Nothing?∗
He gave her a pained smile. ∗Honestly, the fact that you’re here is helping me not to fly back and start doing things I would regret later.∗
∗Oh.∗ Beth swallowed, then bit her lip. Why was he like this? He wasn’t usually this angry and-- Oh. ∗Dominus, it’s been a while since you’ve taken us all to bed, and you know that makes your dragon temper worse.∗
He inclined his head fractionally. ∗Yeah, but this is the first time, possibly ever, that I’m just not in the mood.∗
∗We should do that when we get home anyway.∗ Beth said. ∗It doesn’t need to be passionate like it usually is, but you need it.∗
He nodded once, but didn’t reply. For possibly the first time ever, he was showing no interest in sex. She would’ve been a little hurt if all of this wasn’t happening.
“I have no idea what they’re cooking, but damn, I want some.” Selene said as she breathed deeply from the smells wafting into the living area of their Nalatia suite. Thor, who was on her lap, sat up, sniffed the air, and then hopped down and headed toward the kitchen.
Ralgar had a subtle smile on his face as he looked toward the kitchen. Surprisingly, and slightly shockingly, Anthiel was sitting across his lap, lounging and leaning up against him with his arm around her. They weren’t doing anything inappropriate, but apparently had taken Alana’s suggestion to ‘make yourselves at home’ to heart.
“They are getting on better than I hoped.” The high elf pilot mused
“Yup.” Selene agreed. “We have a saying on Earth: Birds of a feather flock together.”
“An apt saying.” Ralgar nodded. “Miri has become more outgoing, but hasn’t found someone with whom she truly could be a friend. Selfishly, I do hope Sarah will be that friend.”
“Is that part of the reason you wanted to join us?” Rachel asked.
“It is.” Ralgar confirmed. “Not a major reason, but certainly a reason.”
“My husband is good that way.” Anthiel said with a smile, then snuggled closer to him. It was amazing how she could do that while also not doing anything that looked inappropriate. It was even more amazing that she seemed younger when he was around. Not in maturity, but mannerisms; it would never not be entertaining to see hints of a young blushing bride in the over one hundred-year-old elven woman.
“Selene, we have that errand to run.” Kendra said to her quietly while the conversation moved to other topics.
“Yeah, we should do that soon.” She replied with a suppressed grin; her rapier was supposed to be ready today, and then the elven swordmaster was going to spar with Kendra to help her decide what kind of sword would be ideal for her.
They waited a minute or two, but just as they were planning to tell everyone they were leaving, Sarah popped out of the kitchen with Mirella, and Thea followed them. They were both smiling, and Thea looked less frazzled than she usually did when she was in the kitchen.
“Um, I just realized that there’s a spice that would be perfect for dinner that we don’t have here.” Sarah said.
“I told her that we could get it in the kitchens, so we’ll be back soon.” Thea added.
“I will continue preparing dinner.” Mirella said.
“We’ll come with you.” Selene said, indicating her and Kendra. “We wanted to go look at the armory anyway.”
Everyone bade them goodbye, and they headed out. The walk wasn’t long, and when they were about three-quarters of the way there, a door nearby opened and two elven women who were uniformed as maids began to leave a nearby building, then they caught sight of the group. Or more accurately, Sarah. At least, that was Selene’s guess, given what happened next.
Both maids stopped, their eyes widened slightly, and then having clearly been caught off guard, one of them breathed something in elvish with a slightly shocked tone. Thea turned to look at them, her eyes narrowed, and her normally kind and cheerful face became cold.
Ice cold.
Arctic tundra cold.
“What?” Selene asked.
Thea said something to the two elven girls in elvish, her tone sharp and icy, and suddenly they looked down.
“We are very sorry for our thoughtless words.” The one said to Sarah, and then both began intently examining their toes.
Sarah seemed to deflate slightly. Selene stepped over to her and put an arm around her, trying to comfort her.
“Um, I forgive you.” Sarah said, though it almost sounded like a question, probably because she didn’t speak elvish either.
“Thank you.” The elven maid who had spoken said, and the two of them virtually fled back through the door they had just exited.
“What did they say?” Sarah asked after a moment, her tone quiet, small, and mousy.
Thea hesitated. “Um, they recognized that you have a demon problem, but you don’t want to know the specifics, do you?”
Sarah hesitated as well, then took a deep breath and nodded.
Thea bit her lip. “Are you sure?
“Sarah, it might be better to let it go.” Selene suggested.
Sarah swallowed, then nodded. “Okay.”
“If it helps, it wasn’t that bad, and I think she was just caught off guard.” Thea added.
“What did you say in response?” Kendra asked.
“I reminded her that Sarah was not only our guest, but also betrothed to the Prophet.” Thea replied, then looked at Sarah. “Don’t let it bother you; word of this will spread and it won’t happen in the future.”
Sarah nodded, looking slightly better. Then after a moment, she cocked her head to one side, opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but stopped. A moment later, her shoulders slumped and all the excitement seemed to leave her eyes.
Selene shared a look with Kendra, then gave Sarah a gentle squeeze. “Please, don’t let it get you down. Look at the grounds around you, how beautiful they are, and think of the friends and family you have who love you. Don’t worry about what someone you’ll probably never see again says.”
Sarah nodded, but her body language didn’t change.
∗I’ll try to cheer her up.∗ Thea thought to the second group chat. ∗You and Kendra can just go to the armory if you want. I can think of a thing or two to say that might be better without company.∗
Selene nodded. ∗Okay.∗
Selene removed her arm from around Sarah, and Thea took her place a moment later. It took a moment of coaxing, but the gorgeous elf did eventually get her to continue on toward the kitchens.
“The kitchens will help, but not a lot.” Kendra said as she and Selene watched them go.
“Agreed, but you sound extremely sure of that.” Selene replied.
“What others do to you can hurt, but ultimately, it’s what you do -- or don’t do -- that tears you up inside.” Kendra replied, her voice pensive.
Selene looked at her. “I’d ask, but you don’t want to talk about it, do you?”
“No, I don’t.” Kendra replied evenly, and Selene couldn’t get a read on how she was feeling.
“Will you ever want to talk about it?”
“No.” Kendra replied simply.
Selene made a thoughtful sound, then shrugged. “Well, shall we go see what my rapier looks like?”
Kendra actually cracked a smile at that. “Please.”
Yalia ‘accidentally’ brushed her hand against the front of her husband’s pants as she leaned in to take a closer look at the graceful flowing script on the pages in front of them. He glanced at her, trying to give her a look for distracting him, but he also had a little twinkle in his eyes. They were in the chapel on the palace grounds, leaning over the lectern on which a copy of the Book of Light was lying open. They had been carefully studying it all morning, trying to figure out how to help the Prophet.
Luminar Kossel was nearby reading something else, since a condition of them examining this particular copy of the Book of Light -- which was quite old -- was that a senior luminar be present.
“So, what do you think?” She asked innocently.
He stood up and looked down at the page, frowned, and then crossed one arm over his chest while he rested his chin on his other palm. “Did you notice the grammatical ... oddities?”
She nodded. “Not at first because they’re so subtle, but you’re right, there are some.”
Matthew’s frown deepened and he pursed his lips. She wanted to kiss them, but restrained herself.
“We should go back and read the history portions that talk about the prophet Yaleed, since he wrote the passage we’re trying to understand.”
“Again?” The young nymph asked. “Thanks to my wonderful husband’s needs and my mother’s blood, I think I have it memorized already.”
He smiled. “Yeah, but I don’t. I have to do it the old-fashioned way.”
Yalia gave him a smoldering look. “Oh?”
Matthew grinned back. “Yeah.”
From nearby, Luminar Kossel chuckled. “Young love, I remember that fondly.”
She turned to him. “I hope it stays this way, does it?”
The luminar gave her an odd look that she couldn’t place. “If you marry the right person and life does not intervene, I believe it could.”
Yalia was going to ask what he meant when the door to the chapel opened and two people walked in.
“Sarah, Thea.” Yalia beamed, then rushed over to give them both a hug. Thea returned it, but seemed focused on Sarah, who looked like Illuminar’s Day had been canceled.
“What happened?” Yalia asked.
Thea explained, then added. “I thought coming here might cheer her up.”
“I bet Luminar Kossel will know what to do.” Yalia turned to him, since both he and Matthew had already approached while Thea had been explaining.
“I’m afraid that I don’t know what to say to help.” The luminar said, though his tone sounded thoughtful and he was looking at Sarah intently, though she was still looking down and didn’t seem to notice. “However...” he trailed off and tapped one of his fingers against the book he was holding.
“However...?” Yalia prompted.
Luminar Kossel looked at Thea. “I think that someone who will be at your coming-of-age ball might be able to help.”
“Really!?” Thea exclaimed. “Who?”
“I shouldn’t say, as I wouldn’t wish to make a commitment for another.” Luminar Kossel replied. “However, if you allow me to attend, I will ask myself. This person owes me a few favors, and hopefully can be persuaded.” He got a strange sort of smile on his face as he said that. “It might take some convincing, and I cannot guarantee anything of course, but I do believe it’s possible.”
“Okay.” Thea replied instantly. “I’ll make sure you are admitted, though the official invitation list has already gone out, so I’ll just ask someone to remain at the entrance to let you in.”
“So much the better.” Luminar Kossel replied, then looked at Sarah. “Now my dear, while I cannot improve your situation right now, I can think of a few psalms in the Book of Light that might cheer you up, or else some others that will make you feel less alone in your misery.”
Sarah nodded, but didn’t say anything.
“Oh. My. God.” Selene breathed as she drew her rapier and moved it experimentally in the air for the first time. “Holy shit.”
It felt like it was made for her.