Fate brought them together, will destiny tear them apart?

Lord Sylvin of the Silver Dragon has two missions in life, to keep and protect the Lady Yelena of Elliard, and to fill the gaps of his past. To do the first, he trains as a knight with the Fae Kings army, and in their war against the humans, wins honours, titles, and land – but the years apart from Yelena do not come without a cost, and when he returns, it is with a mistake that both holds promise for their future together, and threatens to destroy it.

Mated to The Dragon Lord

　　Yelena gritted her teeth and set out to hunt down the Fae. A great number were in the main hall before the fire, regarding the tables and bench seating as if both were unknown to them. She saw one touch the tabletop.


　　“It is sticky,” the woman remarked with a snigger in High Fae.


　　“Beeswax,” Yelena said crisply, startling them. “Yes,” Yelena smiled savagely. “I speak Fae, all five dialects. Where is your leader, Diersen?”


　　“My Lady,” the man to who the woman’s snide comment had been delivered bowed low. “He took his aide to the study.”


　　“F-k,” Yelena muttered as she turned. She strode across the hall and to the left. The door to her father’s study stood open, and Diersen had lit the beeswax candles. She blew them out as she entered, causing him and his aide to look up, startled. “It is still daylight, My Lord,” she told him crisply. “No need to use these candles.”


Chapter 10