Dragons and Princes - [COMPLETE]

23. Marquis

Cradling her in his arms, Marquis wept. Her blood was everywhere, and she gazed up at him in shock and pain with her beautiful azure eyes. Morgana had attacked Everci the White Wing and dragged him back before his claws had torn her in half as they had her father, and she had staggered back and fallen. The beautiful Freyja queen lay shivering in his arms, her eyes threatening to glow as they had before as she stared up at him trying to speak. His body rocked with pain as he felt hers, and he looked skyward where Morgana had taken to the sky, the blue dragon lunging after her.

He could not lose Faeana, not when he’d come to care so deeply for the Freyja woman. She had shown him another side of her people that had awed him, had shown him the strength and the kindness the Freyja were capable of beyond the war. She had tolerated his endless questions, had allowed him so close to her that he had felt his heart aching to claim hers. The Freyja woman had the most beautiful smile and a laugh that warmed him, and he had come to courting her as a Freyja male might, afraid of stepping past her boundaries and driving her from him. The woman he had come to care for was laying in his arms with an injury that could take her from him before he’d ever gotten to claim her heart.

He whispered reassurances to her as he carried her, trying to keep her awake as Fae and the remainder of the guards converged to retreat with them.