Queen of Dragons: Steamy Fantasy Erotic Romance (Dragon nights Book 1) by Tasha Bell Page A

to go if they choose, you’re in much worse danger than any I could put
you in. The army are looking for you, they say you are part of a group that is
planning an uprising against the highborn, and that you’ve stolen something
that belongs to them. They’ve burned down your cottage, I was ready to charge
into the fire for you and all you can do is make cruel comments about my
class.”
    Christian laughed. “Does it scare you?” He said “That
your little childhood friend is planning a revolution to get rid of you and all
your type? Highborn women have always been terrified of simple men, terrified
we’re going to rise up and grab them in our dirty hands, have our wicked
uncultured way with them.”
    “I’m not scared of you Christian.” She said,
picking up her clothes and hiding her nakedness from him. “I’m scared for you.
They are going to hang two men today, and they’ve sent a man called Bates to
look for you.”
    “Bates?” Said Christian, the mocking look fading from
his eyes for the first time. “Captain Bates? Are you sure? What did he look
like?”
    “Tall, very handsome, dark hair and cold blue eyes,
he had a moustache and was dressed in leather armour.” She replied, strangely
happy to have him taking the situation seriously at last.
    “Oh god, that’s him. Who has he caught? Not
Harper?” A hint of panic was creeping into his voice.
    “No I think he and Kit managed to get out. He
found David Rawls and Chris Jenson, they’ve
probably been hung by now.” She paused before continuing. “Why are you so
scared of Captain Bates?” She asked.
    Christian slipped
his shirt over his head, once again Viviana found herself marvelling at the
massed ranks of muscle on his torso, he turned his back to her, displaying the
jagged map of scars that was his back. “Bates did this to me,” he said. “I had
just escaped from Rawford’s dungeon. I could barely stand, I crawled for five
days to our lines. Bates found me and accused me of being a Northern spy,
converted during my time in captivity. He tortured me for days, burning me with
hot rocks and brands, but I had nothing to confess. When I finally got him to
believe me he ruled that allowing myself to be captured was a form of desertion
and flayed the skin from my back in front of the other men as a punishment.”
    Viviana did not
know what to say, how could she console somebody who has been through an
experience like that? She wanted to wrap him her arms, to stroke his head and
tell him that all was going to be alright, but she knew he wouldn’t let her,
and anyway, it would be a lie.
    Christian looked
pained. “I have to go,” he said. “Rawls and Jenson won’t have been able to stay
quiet, I’ve experienced his ways of extracting information, no one could stay
silent. They’ll have told him all our plans, all our hiding places. What we
plan to do.”
    “Where will you
go?” Asked Viviana, realising with a shock that this might be the last time she
ever saw Christian, something she had never even thought of in the ten years he
had been in the North fighting for King John.
    “To the rebels in
the Borset Mountains,” said Christian. “If you see me again you’d better run.
I’ll be leading an army of free men to take back what’s ours.”
    “I’m coming with
you” said Viviana without even thinking about it.
    “You’re a
highborn,” said Christian with a laugh. “You’re our enemy, we’re going to kill
all the highborn.”
    “King John will
kill me,” Viviana said. “I warned Kit and Harper what was happening, Captain
Bates and that drunken idiot Sir Robert Herriot will tell him what I’ve done. I
won’t be hung in the square like your friends, but I’ll be summoned court and
then one day, maybe in a month, or maybe in year there will be poison in my
wineglass or a dagger from behind the curtains. Our world might not be the same
as yours Christian, but it can be just as brutal. I have no choice but to
leave, I’m