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FIRE OF STARS AND DRAGONS

Stars and Souls Trilogy Book 1

 

Melissa Petreshock

 

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The author makes no claims to, but instead acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the word marks mentioned in this work of fiction.

 

Copyright © 2014 by Melissa Petreshock

 

FIRE OF STARS AND DRAGONS by Melissa Petreshock

All rights reserved. Published in the United States of America by Swoon Romance. Swoon Romance and its related logo are registered trademarks of Georgia McBride Media Group, LLC.

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To the two dragons in my life:

Dad for giving me wings, teaching me to fly on my own, and giving me the courage to do so.

Jim for loving me, encouraging me, and always respecting me as your equal.

 

 

 

 

FIRE OF STARS AND DRAGONS

Stars and Souls Trilogy Book 1

 

Melissa Petreshock

 

Chapter 1

 

 

*Cait*

 

 

“You see fit to steal from others, so shall you have your right hand removed. Guard, imprison him until morning, his punishment to be carried forth at noon.” One of the elfin court guards dutifully drags the man away as he screams, begging for mercy, his attorney arguing against our king’s outrageous decision. “If you wish to join your client, I will have your tongue removed for your disrespect in my court,” exclaims the self-righteous vampire, seated on his ostentatious throne, elaborate golden Celtic crown atop his head.

King Corrin took no time in agreeing with the minister of defense, Z Von Yalfayr, infamous elfin warlord-turned-politician. Our monarch’s medieval sense of justice certainly detracts from his physical appeal; however, Minister Von Yalfayr is creepy on every level with his ghost-pale skin, severe jet-black hair, iridescent silver eyes, and hideous malicious streak. The fact the two determined their harsh sentencing for theft in moments, I’m inclined to stand and remind them this is 2189, not 1289.

But I have my own problems to worry about, my own case to consider, and bringing the king’s wrath down on my head now won’t deter this mess from becoming a full-blown disaster. Court has droned on for hours already, though it’s winding down. Soon it will be my case before King Corrin and the sovereign council, my attorney pleading, my life on the line… Perhaps not in the literal life or death sense, but it may as well be.

Smoothing the skirt of my lace overlay sheath dress, I exhale, breathing out the self-pity, then suck in the air of confidence, and sit twisting my ring. I haven’t forgotten.
Wealth means nothing if you believe such a life affords you the right to pity, Caitie. It affords us great responsibility.

The herald steps onto a small platform, announcing, “The Court now calls upon Master Fitzgerald McCurdy III, Esquire to present himself before our High King.” Hearing my attorney’s name sends butterflies straight to my stomach, so many possible outcomes, too many of them undesirable.

Undesirable is a far cry from deadly.

Mr. McCurdy stands, approaching the dais where the king and his small entourage of advisors sit as if hiding behind the King’s Guard—but not just
any
of the King’s guards. Positioned along the front of the dais, creating a lethal wall between the public and our king, stand the prestigious Brothers of Pendragon in black leather brigandines, their chests emblazoned with the Celtic-styled trinity knot of the Goddess encircling a green dragon’s eye. Lush inky velvet cloaks, as black as their raven hair, flow from golden shoulder plates to the heels of their heavy leather boots, forearms accented by golden armor, famous Norse swords at their sides.

He bows, waiting with patience while I fight urges to fidget, my heart jump-jiving and swing dancing in anticipation, though the four notorious Dracopraesi dragons elicit their fair share of pulse-racing excitement. King Corrin raises an eyebrow as he scans the electronic tablet in his hand, and the new expression in his features unnerves me.

“You hold the estate of Sir Thomas Hayden Greyson in trust?”

“Yes, Sire,” answers my uncle’s longtime attorney. “All corporate assets of Hayden Holdings, Incorporated and all personal assets of the Greyson estate, including temporary guardianship of his sole descendant.”

Anything could be on his Sky Book’s screen: my birth records, adoption records, everything Uncle Thomas paid attorneys to ensure would stay out of the public eye. But as we sit in a crowded courtroom with spectators anxious for tidbits of gossip…

The king looks at him with a studious eye, and my stomach plummets into my toes. “The sole
human
descendant of a vampire citizen in my sovereignty. Yet the province found her lacking proper care according to this report. Greyson’s death occurred over four months ago. Why is her neglected status listed as filed only two weeks ago upon tomorrow?”

“In the recent past, vigilantes targeted her for their association. A vampire, a man of high-society standing and vast wealth, seen often in public with an attractive young human female led to certain anti-progressive groups making slanderous accusations of Sir Greyson’s blood kinship to her, and claiming the relationship illegitimate. He wished to keep her out of the public eye in the case of his demise, fearing sovereign guardianship and protection would be lacking given her societal status. Until the assault two weeks ago, her life maintained a relative state of normalcy.”

“Bring her before me. I wish to speak with her.”

Our monarch’s tone is curt and harsh, what I’ve dreaded this entire time. He returns to reading whatever his Sky Book says, the details of my life. Once I’m facing him, King Corrin could ask me anything, and anything could run in the tabloids tomorrow.

I rise, smoothing my dress again and make my way to the stand, careful to maintain proper posture, the clicking of my heels on the marble floor the only noticeable sound outside my deliberate breaths—steadying, calming. The king’s reputation isn’t for patience and kindness, nor am I known for always responding as propriety expects in such circumstances. Goddess knows Uncle Thomas paid for every etiquette and socialite tutoring under the sun in his efforts to improve my life… and my chances of survival.

Mr. McCurdy pats my hand once I’m beside him and gives me a reassuring smile, but he’s not my uncle. He understood me, championed my differences and even my… difficulties, yet taught me how to blend in when necessary.

“If it pleases Your Majesty, may I present Caitriona Mary Hayden, descendent niece of the late Sir Thomas Hayden Greyson, heiress of Hayden Holdings, Incorporated.”

His introduction of me meets with an unexpected silence. My chest restricts under the weight of impatience, worse than in
Swan Lake
auditions as I waited to see my name listed as “Princess Odette”.

Glancing around, wishing one of them would say something, anything, my eyes lock with the King’s Guard standing nearest to me. Tall, but not the tallest of the four, he has glossy black hair that falls to his shoulders in soft waves, framing his dark angular features, accentuated by rugged black stubble; though it’s his eyes leaving me breathless, an unusual marbled green.

Dragon eyes.

Averting my gaze, steadying my breath, I find the king examining me head-to-toe. Here I am on display at his pleasure. Sheer propriety prevents eye-rolling on my part. Perhaps I should entertain him, kick off my heels, hum what I remember of “Allegro Semplice,” and perform an impromptu ballet recital.

“Miss Hayden, what is it you ask me to do for you?”

I want to say I’m not asking King Corrin to do anything for me. I want to tell him to go stick his archaic laws up his ass and mind his own damn business, while I take care of myself. I want to remind him that many decades ago, before humans had any clue these supernatural species even existed, the legal age of adulthood was eighteen, so at twenty-one, I should be on my own perfectly fine. I want to give him an earful of my opinions regarding his many gender-specific laws. But I’m not stupid.

“Your Highness,” I begin, imploring him with my finest façade of submissive woman possible. “I put forth a request the court pardon me from the female dependant laws due to my financial status. I have the means to hire personal security, if necessary, ensuring my safety after this incident and the reliable resources of Mr. McCurdy and his law firm to manage all inherited assets until the sovereignty deems me ‘of age’ in nine years.”

I do my best to balance expected femininity while remaining confident and sounding professional, as though I have some experience in a courtroom setting rather than parroting what my attorney and I rehearsed countless hours the past few days, desperate to avoid a detestable arranged marriage of one-sided benefits. I need no help finding men who want to use me as a doorway to a high-society life.

But given sovereign law, even making this request is a dangerous move. The king saying ‘no’ is not the worst that could happen.

“My uncle wished for my safety and happiness, Your Majesty.”

“Most certainly something with which I empathize,” says Cedric Corrigan, the king’s father, his tone reassuring. As he glances at his two sons on the dais, a twinge of jealousy creeps in, coiling around my heart. Such fatherly love and caring in his eyes. “However, I fear the remedy you seek to your situation is quite impossible.”

America’s monarch appraises me again, expression thoughtful this time. “Do you have additional information regarding these targeted attacks? The assault?” My stomach catapults with my heart into my throat. Threat assessment review, determination of safety, call it what you will—these are standard procedures for cases involving women. Goddess forbid a woman attempt independence. One toe over the line of propriety, and the failing point is lacking a man lording over you.

I glance away rather than glaring at the king, allowing Mr. McCurdy to answer. I don’t pay him to stand here doing nothing. The dragon catches my attention again. My breath hitches. He’s not obvious in the way he watches, but he is, intently, and there’s a frightening thrill to it, an excitement… an allure, everything the dragons themselves are. Refocusing on the dais, the distraction remains.

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