Chapter 6 Calix
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I sat in the stiff oak chair behind my desk and waited for Magnor to grace me with his presence. As always, he was late. He entered my office without knocking and plopped down on the cushioned sofa off to the side of the room.
“What’s up, your kingship?” He asked in a snarky tone.
“Magnor.” I grunted his full name and he knew I meant business, straightening in the seat, he eyed me seriously.
“What’s wrong? Is it the girl?”
“Why didn’t you tell me what kind of shape she was in?” I growled at him.
“I thought…..you said you wanted her to stew, to be weakened so she would confess whatever it was she was hiding.” Mag looked shocked.
“She wasn’t hiding anything, she was confused. It was a miscommunication and we should have been more sensitive to that. We should have done better.” I snapped.
“What is it?” Mag’s eyes were glued to my face.
“She’s my mate.” I confessed.
“Holy….” I held up my hand, stopping his stream of curses,
“And she’s a werewolf.”
Magnor blinked in total shock, finally stunned into silence for once in his miserably long life.
“I haven’t told her we’re mates yet, she’s too weak. Her wolf was put to sleep by the silver so she can’t sense me as her mate.” I went on to explain.
“That’s why she was able to escape all those times and then was finally subdued when the Guardians used the chains made of silver and laced with gold, the other chains were just gold.” Magnor said, seeming to mostly be speaking to himself.
As silver was a weakness for werewolves, gold was a dragon's weakness. It burned our skin and weakened our abilities in both dragon and human form.
“Yes.” I replied simply.
“How did she get here? There’s no way a werewolf bloodline has just been living inside the realm all this time without the royal family knowing.” Mag said, deep in thought.
“No, that’s not it. She said she came from the werewolf realm, she’s the werewolf princess.” I explained.
“The werewolf…..how is that possible?” Mag racked his hand through his hair in frustration.
“I don’t know, Magnor.” I grunted.
“What are you going to do?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” I snapped through my teeth.
“Okay, okay.” Mag held up his hands in surrender, shrinking into the sofa.
“I’ve already failed her in the worst way possible. I let her get hurt inside my own castle. Not just hurt, nearly killed!” I snarled, clearing off the top of my desk with one swoop of my arm.
Magnor studied me closely as my nostrils flared and my eyes caught fire, my dragon making itself known.
“Do you need me to get a Trainer? Do you need to speak with your dragon?” Mag asked calmly.
“No, he’s making his feelings pretty well known.” I grumbled.
“What do you need from me?”
“Get Grier. He needs to know that his Queen is here, if he hasn’t already sensed it. I need her guarded around the clock. I need Vix to get her to talk and become more comfortable. I need you to keep me in check.” I told him in an informative voice.
“Keep you in check?” Mag arched his eyebrow.
“I need to be….patient and…gentle with her now. She’s vulnerable and traumatized. My dragon is not in the business of being gentle nor patient. I need you to keep me steady.” I explained.
“I think you need to just be yourself with your mate, Cal.” Magnor said, leaning forward on the sofa to rest his elbows on his knees, studying me carefully.
“Myself will have her running for the hills.” I disagreed.
“Whatever you need,” Mag sighed, nodding his head, “But, Cal….” He started, but I held up my hand, silencing him,
“Don’t, Mag.” I knew where he was going.
“I have to say it….”
“No, you don’t.” I argued.
“Revena…..”
And he said it.
I let out an ear splitting roar that shut Magnor right up. He clamped his mouth shut and bowed his head in submission, his dragon probably kicking him in the ass right about now.
“Silence!” I hollered.
“Yes, my King.” He mumbled.
A knock came from my door then and I took a few deep breaths, calming myself down.
“What?” I snapped.
The door creaked open and Grier stepped in, already bowing his head as he sensed my anger.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, but I’ve sensed something.” He said formally.
“You’ve sensed your Queen.” I replied and Grier nodded,
“Yes, sire.”
“That’s because she’s here, in the castle. She’s the girl the Guardians brought in, the one who’s been in the Tower.” I said,
Grier’s eyes started to burn red and orange, the colors of a glorious sunset, and his hands began to shake; steam poured from his nostrils.
“She’s been in the Tower?” He kept his voice even, but his dragon's fury was seeping through every word.
“I didn’t know she was my mate, not until I went to see her today.” I explained calmly.
Grier’s sacred duty was to protect the Queen, even if that meant going against me and everyone else in the kingdom. No one and nothing came before the Queen. I knew better than to anger him or his dragon any further. And, for the safety of my mate, I wouldn't have it any other way.
“Where is she now?” He demanded to know.
“My chambers. I’d like you to guard her door.” I said,
“I don’t care what you’d like, your highness, I will be guarding her door.” Grier’s dragon pushed through his control, speaking through Grier’s mouth.
“Okay, Grier.” I let his disobedience go, knowing that it came from a place of longing to protect my mate.
Grier turned on his heels and stormed out of the office, slamming the door shut so hard that it shook the pictures hanging on the wall.
“Well, he’s a grump.” Mag scoffed, eyeing the still swinging portrait of our grandfather.
“He has a right to be. I harmed his Queen, my mate.” I spit, my anger directed towards myself.
“You didn’t know, Calix, you need to stop putting this all on your shoulders.” Magnor sighed, shaking his head at me.
“Go. Tend to the kingdom. I’m in no mood,” I waved my hand dismissively, “And keep this news to yourself.”
Magnor sighed again and slapped his hands down on the armrest of the sofa before standing up.
“You got it.” He knew when the fight was over.
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