The Vampire Queen's Dragon Lord

Chapter 10

Katia closed the main doors leading to her hall. Ascending the few steps into the garden, she walked with purpose toward her chamber, her sanctuary. The only one left, she thought. Even the once safe haven of her mind was now lost to her.

Low hanging leaves brushed against her face and arms as she wound her way through the foliage. When she came upon the statue of Diana, a cold fear seized her heart, tightening around it like a noose. Keeping her head down, unable to make eye contact with the Goddess's judging stare, Katia skirted around the fountain and hurried down the path leading to her bedchamber.

The moment the lock on her bedroom door clicked, Katia let out the deep breath she'd been holding. The frantic tempo of her heart slowed to a more manageable beat and the invisible fingers around her neck loosened. Rounding the massive bed commanding the center of the room, she headed toward the far wall at almost a run. An antique polished oak and mahogany trunk sat alongside the wall, its rectangular surface centered on the profile of a maiden. She sat within a bellflower wreath adorned with birds, goblets, riches and urns. Her long hair was braided atop her head in a tight coil, almost concealing the crown above her brow.

Katia stepped closer to the trunk, admiring the strong female. The profile was her family's crest and the heraldry of Queens past. When her fingers touched the wood, she closed her eyes. At no other time had she felt the weight, the burden of her pledge and duty more than she had this past year. Although it had become nearly impossible for her to remember even the simplest of things these days, there was one task she would never forget.

Keep moving forward.

No matter the cost to self and sanity, no matter what happened. She had to continue playing, keep strategizing her next move. Life for her had become little more than a chess match. Her existence had no more value than the lowliest pawns on the game board. There had been a time, so long ago she could hardly remember, when she had believed it possible to succeed. Believed she could play this game, traverse her piece across Luthur's perverse game board and, not only endure every step, but come out on top. Yet now Katia could barely find the will and strength to get through a single day, much less hope to win.

But it didn't matter. She had to keep playing.

"Have to keep them safe," she murmured, pivoting open the heavy wooden top. A golden disc sat in the center of the box atop an antique phonograph.

Play this when you feel lost or alone and know I will always be with you, a familiar male voice whispered through her mind.

Almost in a trance, Katia lifted the tone arm and set the needle on the disc. At once, a low hum of music began to pulsate and fill the room. Velvety and subtle, the orchestral notes spoke to her, transported her. A sense of peace rolled through her body with each wave of melody and song.

In a heart-wrenching union of peaks and valleys, the music swelled to a crescendo. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. A heartbeat later, a familiar and welcome presence seeped into the room. Heels clicked loud and firm on the marble floor behind her.

"Is he dead?" she asked without turning around. Part of her dreaded the answer. When none came, she looked expectantly over her shoulder at her advisor and only friend left in her corner. And she felt close to losing even him at times. "Did Luthur kill the dragon prince?"

"Not yet," Niklaus finally replied, moving away from the door and climbing the few steps toward her. Katia watched her brother cross the room with interest. Although she'd known him all her life, he never aged, his image never changing from the one she remembered so fondly in her youth. He still wore his midnight hair cut even to his shoulders. A perfectly shaped and trimmed goatee framed his lips. And although the style of his clothing may have changed over the centuries, she never saw him wear any color other than black from head to toe. Perhaps that was where Anastasia got it from, she thought, with a smile. One that faded once the dire consequence of her situation again weighed down her shoulders.

Niklaus, however, appeared to carry no such burden. He moved with grace and confidence, his demeanor giving nothing away as he stood alongside her. Warm and firm and real, his hand covered hers. He smiled, giving her a reassuring squeeze, although his words were anything but encouraging. "The dragon may be alive for now. But you know Luthur. This will be like before. It's only a matter of time."

Katia nodded and looked back at the revolving disc. Instead of a spinning blur of gold, images of the last time dragons had resided in her dungeon flashed behind her eyes. A visible shudder quaked through her body, cramping her stomach. Drawing her arms tight around her, she backed up, lowering herself to the edge of the bed.

"I don't know how much more I can take, Niklaus."

A long, regret-filled sigh echoed in the stillness. The mattress dipped beneath Niklaus's weight as he took a seat beside her. "Times are dark for all of us, dear sister. But you must be strong. This will all be over soon."

Although she heard her brother's words, and tried to take them to heart, a tremor of helplessness and resentment vibrated deep inside her. "By the Goddess, I'm the Queen of this horde. I should be able to eradicate Luthur with no more than a flick of my wrist. Yet we play this game of cloak-and-dagger and, at times, I feel I'm losing."

As he had when she was young, Niklaus wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to his chest in a comforting embrace. Katia fell against him willingly. Slow and gentle, his fingers brushed her hair. The tender act calmed her nerves, a palpable dichotomy to the panic and fear pounding her chest.

"Niklaus, he cannot find that crystal first. Anastasia must possess it. I keep trying to push her, to goad her into getting her hands on that stone, but it's not working. I am at the end of my reign and care not what they do to me. But I don't want them to kill her."

"And I don't want them to kill you," he said, kissing the top of her head.

Katia opened her mouth to tell him she'd almost prefer death, but stopped herself. The words would do nothing except hurt him, and she'd done enough of that to last them both a lifetime. Instead, she stared straight ahead and struggled to concentrate on her next move. However, a dense fog swirled in her mind these days, making it hard to think and almost impossible to concentrate. Her vision blurred as she tried to focus on the next move Luthur had planned, until she saw nothing but clouded fears for her daughter. But beneath the tide of worry, an undercurrent of pride flowed fast and strong.

"At least Anastasia is not fooled by him," she said, mindlessly rubbing the velvety fabric of Niklaus's lapel between her fingers.

"She's very intelligent," he murmured, a smile in his voice. "Like her mother."

"No," Katia replied. "She's smarter than I. Not once has Anastasia been taken in by him, believed his lies." She shook her head, annoyed at her stupidity and weakness.

Admittedly, Katia had been reckless and brutal in her youth, spurred on by a wicked family and more than her fair share of demented lovers. Although she'd been too drunk on power, too blind to see it then, she knew now how foolish she'd been. Instead of laying the foundation for those who would follow her, she had spent her early days as ruler gorging on vices, flaunting her cruelty like a preening peacock and placating various men with what seemed like harmless ranks of power beneath her.

Katia could no longer remember many things. Yet she recalled the day she had realized her life was a finite thing. A predetermined cycle with, not only an end, but a specific day in her life as she'd been living it would end.

On her daughter, Anastasia's, ascension day.

She realized on that day that she would no longer be passing the proverbial torch or even a slim version of a legacy on to her child, but likely her demise. She may as well have clothed her in a burial shroud.

"Goddess, I hate what I have done. Hate the way I have to treat her. The way she looks at me. But if Luthur ever suspected her, if she ever found out, he would...."

"Shhh," Niklaus murmured, his long fingers continuing their lazy glides through her hair. "That is not going to happen."

Disbelieving, Katia shook her head. "Between hurting Anastasia and Luthur's droughts, it's killing me." Katia licked her lips, tasting the horrid truth upon them. "Niklaus, I...." She swallowed. "I think he's killing me. Slowly."

The hand in her hair stilled, his entire body tensing at her admission. Before Katia could blink, Niklaus shifted to kneel before her. His hands gripped her upper arms, forcing her to look at him.

"Sister..."

"No, please. Just listen," she interrupted, knowing she didn't have to strength to argue. "The ascension is only days away. If something happens to me before then, you must promise you'll take care of Anastasia."

Niklaus sighed, pausing for only a heartbeat before he clasped her face, framing it in his grip. Dark and glistening, his eyes bored into hers. "With everything I am, I swear. I will keep her safe. I will look out for her as I always have you, no matter what happens."

At his fiercely whispered words, a smile parted her lips. "I believe you, brother."

And why wouldn't she? Niklaus had already proved he'd do anything to help her. Already made the greatest sacrifice she could ever think of. Once more, Niklaus took a seat next to her. Again, he let his fingers continue their lazy path through her hair. However, Katia could not relax this time. Instead, a prick like a needle stabbed at the center of her heart. The unspeakable truth of what she'd forced him to do those years ago bled out before her.

"I have so many wrongs to right, Niklaus. I do not think I can ever fix them all."

Katia tilted her chin to look at him. His jaw set in a firm line, his pensive gaze focused somewhere straight ahead, every handsome feature of his face was taut with unspoken emotion.

"Especially not the unspeakable wrong I caused you."

Niklaus's stern facade cracked at her words. "You're rectifying that now," he replied, dropping his focus to the ground.

"Yes. But is it too little, too late?"

His gaze snapped to hers, warmth and compassion glowing behind his dark eyes. "No, Kat. It's never too late to make amends."

Katia nodded and rested her head back on his shoulder, allowing herself one more moment in her big brother's arms. One more second of letting the pressure, the fear, the uncertainty fade away before she had to once again put on the persona she'd been destined to wear since birth. The music in the background began to fade. A sense of panic flared to life inside Katia. Her heart beat faster and the cloak of dread tightened around her. She gripped Niklaus's shirt, clutching him tight as if he might disappear if she let go.

"You kept your promise. You kept them safe. All of them." Although she spoke plainly, she couldn't disguise the question in her voice, didn't mask it from him.

He offered a rueful smile that didn't quite reach his raven-hued eyes. "Yes, my Queen."

The music abruptly stopped. Loud cracks and pops took its place as the needle repeatedly scratched across the golden disc. Katia jumped at the sound. Blinking, she took her tired and groggy head, as if she'd woken from an impenetrable slumber. For a moment, an overwhelming sense of loss ripped through her. Katia glanced to her left, then to her right, looking for Niklaus, even though she knew she sat alone in her bedchamber.

Always alone.

Katia reached down, her fingers grazing the smooth top of the disc.

Play this when you feel lost or alone and know I will always be with you....

A wet tear slipped over her cheekbone and down her face. She hated how bone-weary and drained she'd become. Hated how she had no idea if Niklaus actually visited her when she played the disc, or if she had gone mad and her addled brain fabricated their meetings. But most of all, she hated herself. Hated how the sins of her past came back to haunt her and, worse, affected those she cherished and loved.

"Don't worry, brother," she said, wiping away the tear with the back of her hand. "I, too, shall keep my promise."