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" With her hand on another She-dragon’s shoulder, Keita said, “Lord Vigholf, this is my cousin Aedammair.”
“My lady.”
“It’s ‘captain,’” the brown dragoness gruffly corrected. “You wanna dance then?”
“Well, actually—”
“Good.” The dragoness grabbed Vigholf’s surcoat and yanked the poor bastard out onto the dance floor.
Keita leaned her backside against the table, her palms pressed against the wood.
“And what exactly was that about?” Ragnar asked.
“He looked depressed. Aedammair will help him with that.”
“Tell me, princess, do you whore out all your relations to appease outsiders?”
“Only the cousins who tell me, ‘I’ll fuck that purple stallion over there. What’s his name? "
― , Last Dragon Standing (Dragon Kin, #4)
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" Ragnar stared at his kin, his mouth slightly open.
“What’s that look for?” Vigholf asked. “You said to do it.”
“Even gave a suggestion,” Meinhard tossed in.
“I thought you two were joking. Have you both lost your bloody minds?”
“We were trying to be nice,” his brother argued.
“And when that crazed human monarch cuts off the rest of your hair, I don’t want to hear any more—”
“Who did it?” Annwyl demanded from behind him.
Ragnar faced her, “My lady—”
“Who? I want to know whose idea this was”—she held up the training mace, battle ax, warhammer, and shield, perfectly sized for a two-year-old girl with both human and dragon blood—“and I want to know now!”
Vigholf and Meinhard raised their hands, and the queen’s eyes filled with tears. “This is so sweet! Thank you. Thank you both!” She hugged them, arms going wide to reach around their chests.
That’s when Ragnar let Annwyl know, “It was I who suggested the shield. "
― , Last Dragon Standing (Dragon Kin, #4)
