The Last Dragon: Book One

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The sharp nudge of my sister’s elbow to my ribs drew my attention. She was standing alert at my side, while Princess Elizabeth lay on a sofa in the shade of the camellia garden. The princess had raised an index finger slightly without turning to look my way. I’d missed her signal. Quickly and smoothly, I approached from behind and held my tray of sweets near her impatiently outstretched hand. She selected a tiny cake coated with powdered sugar without looking. I stepped back, ready to move closer again if she indicated she wanted another.

“Daydreaming, Damon?” My sister Kendra mouthed silently, scolding me.

I nodded, just the barest of moves with my chin. My full attention was again focused on Princess Elizabeth and her needs, as it should be.

Kendra clutched the carafe of wine tightly to her chest, ready to pour again at a moment’s notice, a combination of water, and red and white wine that Lady Elizabeth was partial to. The red wine gave it a pleasing body and color, the white sweetness, and the ample amount of pure water prevented the alcohol from speaking for her. However, I silently worried about the Lady Elizabeth’s penchant for sweets, although they had not yet swelled her hips. She lay on the sofa, slim, white skin and dress, and seductive in her pretended innocence.

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