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We got word the next day that the Council and Gyssa were found in the Kalnus Mountains in eastern Rosta, almost four thousand miles away, in an old cavern not far from the former Gyventi homelands.

When Orlando sent out the call to his fellow dragons to help find the people, my friend and stone dragon, Fels, answered that call. He had been exploring the mountains in Rosta and remembered a cavern near an underground river. When he went to check there, he found them. He had to make a new tunnel to allow them to walk out. He then guided them to a nearby village where they were given warm shelter and food.

Orlando left the next day, with a large party of his fellow magi dragons, to help them get back home, to mitigate any problems, but also to eliminate any doubts in their minds that I was someone who they could intimidate. All of the dragons were adamant that the Council change their stance regarding my children.

I was very touched by this. I didn’t understand how all of these dragons were interested in being my advocates. I even asked Orlando about this before he left.

“Because you are She. The only human ever mentioned in dragon legends. She is the person who will free all of the dragons from captivity and unify us into a nation and a force to be reckoned with by the entire world.”

I looked at Orlando and, without my volition, I began to speak. “No. Patra is not She. Patra will be the great-grandmother of She. She willingly will sacrifice Herself for Her powers and for Dragonkind and will remain a virgin all of Her life. Read your legends. You will find that this is what has to be. No dragon will know who She is until everything necessary has been done.”

“Patra? What is going on? Why did you say what you just said?” Orlando looked at me in consternation.

“I did not say that. I swear to you I did not! Someone or something used me to speak to you, but that was not me! Please believe me?”

“I believe you.” Orlando replied reassuringly. “Yes, someone was sending us a message through you. I just wish that they could have warned us of this ahead of time.

“Regardless of whether or not you are She, we intend to make sure that the Council fears you greatly enough to leave you and your children alone. We will keep reminding them of this in case they forget. The way you and your crown handled this is extremely impressive. It is one thing to defeat a single person. It is something entirely different to overcome the wills of twenty of the finest magi in the world and all at the same time, plus keeping them from freeing themselves. I know that most of the responsibility falls to your crown, but even so, this is something the likes of which I have not seen even a group doing in all of my twelve hundred years. I don’t believe even your Gyventi ancestors did anything like this. If they could have, Gyventi would still exist as a nation and Rosta would have failed instead.

“But I want you not to fret about the future. You and your children are as safe as anyone can be. Not only because of your own abilities, but also because you will be protected by the will of every Magi dragon. This I know.”

While he was gone, I followed everyone’s orders. I rested. I ate. I slept as well as I could.

My dreams were becoming increasingly erotic. All of them centered on Tru. And, to make matters worse, my own body was betraying me. When he looked at me, I longed for him. If he touched me, my body became aflame with desire for him. It took all of my willpower to not strip myself naked and beg him to make me his. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I did something stupid to embarrass myself and make him angry with me. I spent the next weeks mooning over him, like a silly, young girl. I am sure the ghoddess Deivė was chortling in glee over my punishment.

The weather became colder as Grąža, the end of the year or the winter solstice, approached. The whole city of Daihor was preparing its festivities for that night. Bonfires were being prepared. Decorations were being placed on every building and every doorway. A huge public banquet, with flowing beer and wine, was going to be held in the plaza in front of the Royal Palace. Every musician was practicing all their best pieces, with dance music being especially called for. On Grąža night, there would be merriment, dancing, singing and partying all night.

Every house was being cleaned and new beds and bedding were being prepared. It was considered a lucky night to conceive children as they would then be born at harvest time. Grąža babies were considered blessed and would bring the family much good fortune. Very few large families in Alfaria did not have at least one Grąža baby in their midst.

Most of the family was planning to attend the festivities. The children were invited to a special party given at the Temple so that they could enjoy celebrating also, but in a fashion better suited to children. I knew that my children would be fine there because Izshaq also planned to go with them and bring them back safely.

However, because of my weakened condition and because I could not be well protected in such a huge crowd, Tru asked me not to go. I agreed with him. I was never happy being jostled in crowds and I really wasn’t in the mood to celebrate anyway. I waved to everyone as they left and wished them happiness and good fortune for the new year. The compound itself was quiet. There were still guards manning the gate and the walls. There were still some servants who chose to stay. Many of the new mothers stayed home to care for their infants and watched other small children for those who went out that night.

I spent the early part of the evening in the nursery with Eryssa and Yusaf. They were too young to attend the children’s party, so we had our own little party. We ate a cold dinner, mostly of foods well liked by them, like small sausages, small vegetable pasties, apple and pear compote, and chocolate pudding. When they finished their solid foods, I supplemented their dinner with my milk. After they finished, they quickly fell asleep. I tucked them into their cribs and wished them both a wonderful new year.

With them taken care of, I still had many hours until midnight. I tried reading. I tried doing a bit of embroidery. I even tried going to bed early. But sleep wouldn’t come and I was too restless to try anything else. About half an hour before twelve, I put on a warm woolen cloak and went outside into the garden. The night was cold but very clear. You could see a thousand stars in the sky. I sat down on a garden bench facing the direction of Daihor so that I could see the fireworks that would be sent high into the sky to celebrate the new year. As I sat there, I missed Donal greatly, and, to my confusion, I missed Tru also.

When the bells from all the temples and monasteries in the city began to ring, the first burst of fireworks came into view. I became engrossed in watching them and listening to the ringing bells. I totally missed the sound of footsteps approaching me. When Tru touched me, I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Tru! I didn’t hear you coming! Why aren’t you with the family, celebrating?”

“Because I kept thinking about you here, all alone, and I thought you might like some company tonight. I am sorry it took me longer to get home than I wanted to, with everyone out partying in the streets. But I am here now. It is midnight. We should greet each other in the traditional way …”

Tru sat down next to me. He then gathered me into his arms and kissed me. But what started off as a chaste kiss, soon grew deeper and more and more passionate. With seconds, there wasn’t an inch of my body that wasn’t aflame with desire for him. I moaned as I returned his kisses, as my passion soared higher and higher. Suddenly, Tru stopped. “Patra,” he said breathlessly, “please don’t tease me. Don’t push me to where I cannot stop and then back away from me. I can barely control myself right now. I know that you don’t love me, but don’t make me desire you and then tell me to stop.”

“Tru! Can you not see how much I want you? How much I long for you? Not love you? Of course I love you! You have my heart and you may have my body anytime you need me. I have been dying a thousand deaths at the thought that you did not want me. Please take me? Make me yours tonight? I cannot live without your love.”

“You love me?” Tru asked astonished. “I did not think that anyone could replace Donal in your heart.”

“Replace? No, you haven’t replaced him. You have somehow joined him in my heart. I do not love you as I loved him. But I still do love you, nonetheless, and do so with my heart and with my body. Please, please take me? I want you so. I need you…” I then showed him my passion with my kisses.

Again Tru stopped me. “Are you sure about this, Patra? I don’t want you waking up tomorrow and regretting this.”

“I promise you, Tru, that I will never regret this. Your love means everything to me now. I love you. I will always love you. But if you don’t take me soon, I am going to die from this need for you that I am feeling.”

Tru took my face into his hands and looked deeply into my eyes for several minutes. He then kissed me deeply again. When he finished, he said, “It is way to cold out here to do all that I want to do to you. Come, let us go and find somewhere warmer and more private.”

We went into my bedroom. The fire in the fireplace was still going strong. He stood me in front of the fire so that I would remain warm as he slowly undressed me. It was not long before I was completely naked and completely vulnerable in front of him. His eyes took in every part of my body. “Ghods, you are beautiful, Patra!” was all that he said as he made me lie on the rug before him. He touched me and caressed me and made my body desire him more and more. He only then stopped for a minute as he quickly shed his clothes, and he stood naked over me and his body showed how much he wanted me also.

Seeing him so naked for the first time, reminded me yet again about how much he and Donal were alike. He even made love to me in the same way Donal did. Tru agilely knelt down between my legs. He used his hand to heighten my passion and bring me to the edge of ecstasy. Soon, I was writhing fervently at his touch. “Who is it that you love, Patra?” Tru asked. “I love you, Tru.” I replied passionately. “Good. I love you too.” He parted my legs and swiftly entered me. He then lifted me up, while still inside me, and began to thrust deeper and deeper inside me as he kissed my lips, my neck and my breasts. It wasn’t long before he found that sweet spot inside me that drove me over the edge of ecstasy and way beyond. He chuckled as he made me come over and over again and scream out his name as I did so. Only when he felt he had brought me to my pinnacle did he then allow himself to join me and we went wild together and found our mutual paradise.

As we lay together, in front of the fire, panting from our exertion, Tru said to me in a voice filled with love and wonderment, “Patra, you are truly the most beautiful and exciting woman in the world. I love you. Making love with you is amazing. Not only are you exciting and responsive, but you fill me with more energy than I have felt in a long while. While I want to make love you to for the rest of the night, I know that you are still recuperating. Come, my sweet girl, let us move to the bed, so that we can cuddle and then fall asleep together.” Once under the warm comforters, enveloped in his strong, protective arms, we fell asleep.

Tru must have awakened just before dawn, because the sun was just beginning to shine when I woke up and saw him emerge from the privy stark naked. I knew somewhat of his routine and remembered that he would soon be going to his early morning weapons training session with Izshaq and others. Being in a good mood from our love making, as he came closer, I threw off the blankets and showed him my equally naked body. The sight of my nudity aroused him and, with a low chuckle, he returned to bed and made love to me again. While we were in the throes of our love, we heard a gasp and a giggle. I looked over to where the sounds came from and I saw Mahli, Ellyn and Tru’s manservant, Orson standing in the doorway. Tru didn’t stop. In fact, he intensified his love making so that I cried out over and over again. Seconds later, the door was quietly shut and we were alone once more.

Later, as we lay cuddling together, Tru said apologetically, “I am sorry. I forgot to lock the door. I hope you will forgive me for my forgetfulness?”

“There is nothing to forgive, Tru,” I relied. “I don’t mind who knows about us. Besides, both Mahli and Ellyn know how to be discreet.”

“True, and so does Orson. I am feeling kind of wild right now. I want to shout from the rooftop that you are now my woman, my lover. On the other hand, I have to think about your reputation. From now on, I will be more careful. Don’t get me wrong. I plan to make love to you frequently. I would not give up your love and your delicious, exciting body for anything.”

He kissed me deeply and thoroughly. He then got up, got dressed and left my rooms whistling; something I had never heard him do before.