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

　　They made their way down the stairs, and Sylvin paused in the entrance of the main hall, his head tilting from one side to the other, his expression mildly perplexed by the spill of bodies across the floor and the symphony of snores.


　　“You look confused,” she whispered taking his elbow between her hands and leaning against him. She slid one hand down his forearm to take his hand. She wondered if the faint concern that pinched his brows was caused by the realisation that he was now the Lord of the people who slept on the floor before him.


　　“Hmm,” his fingers closed around her hand, and he turned, leading her across the hall. He put his weight behind the heavy wood of the main door, creaking it open just enough for them to slide through, before closing it again behind them.


　　His eyes scanned the bailey walls, and he raised his eyebrows. “No night watch.”


　　“No,” she agreed. “No men.”


　　“No men?” There was the rise of a question in his tone.


Chapter 15