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“Uncle, I am grateful for all your help, but shouldn’t I become more involved in these negotiations?” Onyx took a deep breath. “I know Tourmaline was trained to be grand warden. But that responsibility will now fall to me. I must be prepared to run the kingdom one day.”

Warden Flint stared at him for several long seconds. “You are correct, Onyx. Forgive me.”

Onyx opened his mouth to protest and tell his uncle there was nothing to forgive. After all, his uncle had done so much. He didn’t know what he’d have done if his uncle hadn’t stepped in when he had.

“After your sister’s death and your mother’s … deterioration, I have tried to pick up the pieces and ensure that the Kingdom of the Grey Mountains is on the correct path,” Warden Flint said. “But you are right, as the heir, you should be the one guiding the kingdom. Or at least learning the skills necessary to do so one day.

“Why don’t you take this trip with your husband and truly work on solidifying the relationship? When you return, I will train you and teach you as best I can. How does that sound?”

Onyx let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing. He was relieved not to have to argue with his uncle about this. Part of Onyx thought that maybe he should start training now rather than take a trip. But another part of him yearned to spend a little time away from the monastery with Luther.

And shouldn’t he be doing that? After all, his uncle had a point: Solidifying their marriage would strengthen the relationship between Draconia and the Grey Mountains.

“That sounds like a good idea, Uncle,” Onyx said. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for the Grey Mountains, my mother, and myself.”

His uncle inclined his head. “We all must do what is required for the glory of the Grey Mountains. I can promise you that there is no cost I would not pay for our kingdom’s future.” Warden Flint stared into Onyx’s eyes. “I hope that is the same for you, Nephew.”

“Of course.” Onyx nodded. “I would do anything, give anything for our kingdom.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Warden Flint smiled. “Now go pack. And make sure you keep me updated on your travel plans.” Then his uncle turned his gaze back to the map.

ChapterForty-Seven

Luther flapped his wings, flying over the plains of Draconia. In the distance, the Castle of the Dragons came into view.

“Got to admit,” Onyx yelled out. “Your castle is pretty impressive, Luther.”

Luther smiled.

The castle perched on a cliff overlooking the plains. Its walls were comprised of red brick. Towers pierced the cloudy night sky. Luther flew over the castle walls. A few candles burned in the windows below. Luther landed in one of the many large courtyards.

Several servants rushed forward to assist Onyx with dismounting and the removal of the harness. Once that was done, Luther shifted into his human form.

Three servants came forward, bowed, and presented him with robes.

“Are these options?” Onyx looked over the robes being held towards Luther. “Are you getting options for which robe you want to wear?”

“Of course.” Luther flashed him a grin as he selected a black silk robe with a green dragon sewn into the back. “One must have options depending on the weather. And my mood.”

Onyx gave an incredulous laugh.

Another servant placed slippers in front of Luther’s feet. “Thank you.”

Onyx shook his head. “Will they wipe your arse for you as well?”

“Only on request.” With a swirl of his robe, Luther turned and strode towards the entrance.

Two servants opened the double doors for them. As they stepped inside, another servant held out a tray holding two glasses of wine.

Luther paused, grabbed one, and gestured for Onyx to do the same. Wide-eyed, Onyx took a glass.

“Would you like me to take your bags?” another servant asked Onyx.

Onyx carried two packs on his back. One for Luther and one for Onyx.

“I am capable of carrying our packs myself, thank you.” Onyx clutched the straps. He shot Luther a look of disbelief and walked down the vaulted corridor.

Smiling, Luther rushed to keep up.