The Winter Phoenix (WAYHAUGHT)

The firebreathers

The Realm:

Nicole's parents were overjoyed at the news of Nicole's choice of consort, although a little disappointed she chose to ask Waverly in private, rather than in front of everyone at court. It would have been the proper way to introduce her companion, to demonstrate to her people the importance of this union, especially one who was not of their own kind.

But then, that was their daughter. Headstrong from an early age, knowing her mind, begrudgingly taking advice when her way of doing things backfired. They adored her fierce independence, while cautioning their daughter not to ignore wise counsel when offered by those who might have more experience in the ways of the glades.

A banquet was laid on, Nicole's grandmother making a special journey from her estate in the north to attend. Waverly entered the small chamber where the older woman was presently chatting with Nicole's mother. She kneeled, kissing the emerald ring on an outstretched hand, thanking her for making the journey. "I would not have missed this occasion," Nicole's grandmother replied. "Come my child, sit a while so we may get to know each other. Waverly is such a beautiful name. You may call me Gisal."

Nicole's mother left the pair to acquaint themselves. "I trust the journey was not too arduous," Waverly said.

"Alas, my bones are not as young as yours. I fear I may not make this journey again for some time. And, you are a fire breather. The first I have met."

Waverly nodded. "From Gwellifor. Our people were forced to leave."

"I heard. A dreadful business. Still, fate would have it you were destined to come here to be a companion to the next ruler."

"I am fortunate to have Nicole."

"Her role carries great responsibility you understand. Not something to be taken lightly, which I sometimes worry she does. Our people will look to her consort to support the heir when she assumes her rightful position."

"I will do all that is required."

"Including saying no," the older woman said, a stern expression appearing. "Do not let my granddaughter believe you are without a tongue. Remember, too comfortable a saddle sends the rider to sleep."

Waverly's cheeks burned remembering the last steamy session the couple enjoyed in their secret cabin, Nicole more than over her initial shyness. "Thank you. I will remember your wise words," she replied, not wanting to appear rude by stating she had figured out Nicole for herself, recognising a firm hand was occasionally required when dealing with her spirited lover.

A loud knock told them they had company, Nicole striding in, looking very pleased with herself. "Room for one more?"

Nicole's grandmother shuffled to the edge of her seat in order to kneel, acknowledging each other's status. "My precious child, I was hoping to speak with your beloved alone."

"We have no secrets between us."

"That may be so, but it presumes I have none."

"Then I should definitely stay and hear these secrets of yours."

The older woman struggled to return to her seat, Waverly coming to her aid. "Not everything is for your ears. Now, my sweet child go fetch some of your finest mead. I am parched from my journey."

Nicole's forehead creased, looking at both women who remained seated. "That is Waverly's role now."

The older woman squeezed Waverly's hand to remind her of the one word she would need to employ if she was to manage her companion. "No. Your grandmother asked you."