The Golden Dynasty
Page 55

Straight to Lahn.
Oh shit.
The warrior slowed us to a walk, got close to Lahn and then he plucked me off the warrior’s horse and planted me in front of him. And before I settled, his arm got tight around me, my ass slid into his groin and he looked to the side and said something.
I looked where he was looking and saw Diandra next to us, the warrior gone, Zephyr riderless going with him.
Yep. Oh shit it was.
“He wishes for me to translate for you both, Dahksahna Circe,” Diandra told me.
Great. Just great.
Oh well, again, I had no choice.
“Okay, Diandra,” I said softly and aimed my eyes forward.
Lahn spoke and thus commenced our conversation with Diandra interpreting.
“You ride with me until we make camp,” Lahn ordered.
There it was. We were making camp.
Damn.
“Okey dokey,” I replied flippantly (Diandra didn’t translate that and it got me a squeeze from Lahn’s arm when I said it probably because I said it flippantly).
Lahn spoke. “While we ride, I wish to learn about your mother.”
All flippant disappeared, my back went straight and my eyes went to Diandra. She tipped her head to the side in an “I’m sorry” gesture and I turned to face forward again.
Lahn’s arm gave me another squeeze and he growled, “Circe.”
I gave in because I didn’t have any other choice.
“Okay, what do you want to know?” I asked.
“She was killed,” he stated but I shook my head.
“No, she wasn’t killed. You can be killed in an accident. She wasn’t in an accident. She was murdered.”
“By whom?”
“A robber, a thief. She walked in on him while he was in the middle of stealing; he turned his weapon on her and murdered her.”
“Was this during war?” he asked.
“No war, no one else died that day, he was a petty thief. It was just an average day, bad luck, Mom being in the wrong place at the way wrong time and then she was gone.”
Lahn was silent for long moments. Then, “You had feelings for her.”
“She was my mother,” I replied.
“You had feelings for her,” he repeated.
Yeah. Shit yeah. I had feelings for her.
I sucked in breath then said softly, “I loved her more than anything on this earth, except my Pop. She was a good Mom. No, a great one. She died a pointless death at the hands of a stupid, reckless man and I’ve lived with that knowledge my whole life… or the length of it I led when I didn’t have her.”
Again he was silent for awhile. Then, “And who took your father’s life?”
I closed my eyes.
“A dream,” I whispered.
“What?”
I pulled in breath and opened my eyes.
“He died in his sleep,” I lied a lie that cut me to the quick. “I don’t know how.”
“He commanded men?”
I smiled a sad smile. “Yeah, he commanded men.”
“Was he a king?”
My smile got sadder. “Yes, of a very small kingdom.”
“So you were princess.”
I pressed my lips together to bite back the tears. Then I nodded my head and whispered, “Yes, I was definitely a princess.”
“And now you are queen.”
“Yes, now I am queen.”
“Your father would want that for you, is this not true?” he asked and I blinked.
Boy, he orchestrated that well, clever bastard.
“Kah Dax –” I started but stopped when his arm squeezed the breath out of me.
I felt his lips at my ear where he growled, “Lahn.”
“Lahn,” I wheezed and his arm loosened but I said no more.
This got me a, “I asked you a question, Circe.”
“No,” I answered. “No, he would not care if I was queen. He’d be happy I married a peasant, just as long as it made me happy. He’d even be happy that I was a slave, just as long as I spent my days doing something that made me content.”
“No king would want that,” Lahn stated.
“They would if they loved their daughters.”
“You are wrong,” he informed me.
“I most definitely am not,” I informed him.
“You are, my tigress. A man would want his daughter showered with riches. He would want an army to be at her service to keep her safe from harm. He would want her to have the adulation of a nation of people. He would want her to be the consort of a leader of men. And if he could not find that for her, he’d want her to be in the bed of a free man, a strong man, a brave man, one who provides for her and one who has the respect of his brothers. I am a man, we may have daughters and this is what I would wish for them.”
I blinked at the landscape.
Oh my God, God, God.
How could I…?
Oh my God, God, God.
How could I forget about birth control?
Oh my God!
“Circe?” he called on another arm squeeze.
“What?” I whispered.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Yeah.” I was still whispering.
“You have no response?”
“No, uh… you’re right. Showered with riches, army at her service, adulation, consort to a leader. That all sounds good. Pop would dig all that.”
“Dig?” Diandra asked and I turned distracted eyes to her.
“Like. He’d like that,” I explained, Diandra nodded and translated.
I looked forward.
“She jokes,” Lahn muttered (but Diandra still interpreted).
“No,” I said softly and shook my head once. “No, I’m not joking. But, the truth is, Pop wouldn’t like that. What he would like is that a man would wish to give his daughter that and that that man would want the same for his daughters.”
Diandra hadn’t finished translating when Lahn’s hand came up making his arm slant at an angle across my chest so his fingers could curve around my neck and he could pull me so my full back was tight against his chest.
“We will make warriors,” he told me quietly, his voice deeper than normal.
Oh God.
“Right,” I whispered.
“But we will make daughters too so I can find them kings who wish to hand them kingdoms.”
Oh f**king God.
“Right,” I repeated on another whisper.
“You have rare beauty the like I have never seen but you will be more beautiful heavy with my seed,” he stated softly.
At his words, my br**sts swelled and my head got light both at the same time. The combination was an unusual sensation and one that I did not like.