Journey to India (Exiled Dragons Book 7)

by Sarah J. Stone

  “None of your business,” Ariel replied, although she smiled.

  “Is it that Alexander bloke?” Tara asked.

  “Maybe,” Ariel replied casually, as she slipped her jewelry back on.

  “You better be careful,” Tara said. “People might think you're serious about him, the way things have been going.”

  “We're not serious,” Ariel replied. “We just have an understanding.”

  “Right,” Tara said. “An understanding.”

  “See you on Wednesday,” Ariel picked up her bag that cost more than a week's salary, and sauntered out the door into the lobby.

  The man in question was waiting for her in the lobby with a well-tailored suit on his back, and a smile on his face.

  The first time she had laid eyes on Alexander, she had been stunned. He was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. Lean muscles and a handsome face, with well-defined features – he had caught her eye from the moment he walked into a room. But what really attracted her was the flash of yellow she saw in his eyes, especially when he was angry. She loved it when he was angry, his head held high and his face regal. He looked like a king, and that was because he was one. Alexander was King of the Dragon Lords, far away on the planet of Umora.

  It wasn't long into their torrid, steamy affair that she had figured it out. But Ariel herself wasn't an ordinary human either. She was a carapace, the reverse of a supernatural creature. With her mere presence alone, Ariel could suck the supernatural powers from the world around her. Everyone was reduced to human while Ariel was around. Some of them didn't like it; some of them thought that she and her kind were too dangerous to live. But Alexander loved the burden of being a dragon shifter taken away from him. He loved kissing her and feeling the supernatural senses melt to nothing – feeling nothing but her hands and her lips. She didn't believe in love, and he didn't either. However, they were of mutual benefit to each other. He was addicted to the feeling she gave him, and they got along well.

  But when she was 18 years old, almost 19, he had repaid the favor she paid him nightly. Ariel's British work visa had run out where she was dancing. He had British citizenship by way of magic and had married her in a civil ceremony. It had been nothing but functional, and they didn't talk about it with anyone. Their marriage was of no consequence; he was sure that he'd enjoy her company either way. On Earth, he escorted her to fancy events, took her home from shows, and reveled in her arms. On Umora, she served as his queen when she pleased, sitting beside him on the throne, enjoying a life of luxury.

  She had no family, left in foster care as a toddler, but she loved his family. He had two younger brothers, Nicholas and Cole. Her secret brothers-in-law were mischievous princes, but they were each finding their way in life since their father had died. Cole had married a human, and Nicholas was happy with his position as regent. Ariel loved her life as queen as much as her life as a dancer. She didn't judge anyone; she came and went as she pleased, and she took no sides in any conflict. Ariel had always looked out for herself.

  Late at night, however, she also knew that the weight of the crown was driving into Alexander's very soul. He hadn't ever anticipated the throne. There had been an older brother, Peter, who had always hated what he was. Peter, at least the story that Ariel heard, walked around with a dark cloud over him. One day, he disappeared in the blink of magic, into the darkness that dragons go when their souls can not go on. No one had ever returned from there, and so the throne went to Alexander.

  “Hi,” she said, standing up on her tip toe to kiss him. She was tall, but he was taller. “How was that?”

  “You were ravishing, as always,” he replied, enjoying the kiss. “I'm glad I got to see it. A bit different from your usual programming.”

  “Not sure I'll stick with it,” she said. “But it was something different. Did I look hot?”

  “You looked beautiful,” he was always classy, always thinking about his words before he spoke. English did not come easily to him, although Ariel was completely fluent in the dragon tongue by now.

  “Oh, wasn't trying for that,” she teased him. “Are we going right away?”

  “We can, if you want,” he said. “Although, if you want dinner, I won't object to another hour or two away.”

  “Mm,” she said, as they headed towards the door. The plan was to return to Umora tonight and to stay with him for the next two days while the theater was closed. Alexander looked tired today, and she could see that he could use a break. She hated to bring up the topic she wanted to discuss, but it had been weighing on her mind all night. “Or we could stay tonight and head to City Hall in the morning.”

  “City Hall?” he said, his mind turning. He sighed. “Ariel, we are not getting a divorce. I don't know why you keep asking. It's not as if I keep you under lock and key. Is there someone else you're desperate to marry?”

  “No,” she insisted. “But being married, even in secret, does not vibe with my style.”

  “Your style,” he rolled his eyes. “I just…it’s of no consequence to you, aside from some paperwork. If you don't want to come back with me, it's nothing.”

  “I do,” she said. “But that's not the point.”

  “Ariel,” he sighed, running a hand over his face. “Can we talk about this later?”

  She saw his eyes flash, and she stopped walking.

  “What is it?”

  “It's nothing,” he answered, but she knew him better than that. They had been together for 11 years, on and off, and she could read him better than a book.

  “Obviously, it is,” she said, and bumped gently against him.

  “That's the thing, it's not,” he said. “Someone, before I left, told me there was a rumor circulating in town that Peter had returned.”

  She stopped.

  “What? But you said that's not possible.”

  “Of course it's not possible,” he said. “But it got to me. The feeling I had when someone said that–”

  “Would you want him to come back?” she asked. “Even now? It's been years, hasn't it? And you've got the Kingdom set up to your rule.”

  “I…” he shook his head. “I don't know. It just stunned me. That's all.”

  Ariel squeezed his hand.

  “So, let's go out,” she said. “Paint the town red. Just don't get so plastered that you forget how to magic us back. We don't have to think about any of this now.”

  “That's your solution to everything,” he said, although he looked slightly less pale. “You are serious, though? About the divorce?”

  Alexander came from a place where there was no divorce, not even suggestion of such a thing. Dragons married for life, even if they didn't mate for life. He couldn't even fathom the very idea of having a second or third wife. He had known what it meant when he married her, and while their marriage was open, he had no intention of signing papers, even if it was just on Earth.

  “I am,” she said. “And it's not the first time we've talked about it. Don't act so surprised.”

  “We can talk about it,” he said, at last. “But I don't–”

  “I know,” Ariel said. “We come from very different worlds. I've long since accepted this.”

  “Well, at least there's that,” he loved being on Earth. The busy streets, especially in the dark, were memorizing. The cars whizzed by, people spoke on their phones, and the world seemed simpler and easier. “We can go out for a few drinks if you want. We should celebrate your success, in any case. You stole the show.”

  “I was in the chorus!” she protested. “That's the problem with musical theater. It doesn't matter if you were a prima donna in the ballet company; you are in the chorus of the theater unless you can dance and act.”

  “You can't dance ballet forever,” he said, and she shrugged.

  “I know,” she replied. “And I know I'm already older than most of the dancers out there. Musical theater is a last-ditch effort. Maybe I should learn to act; it can't be that hard.”

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�I could waive my hand,” he said, indicating his magic. “One director will lead to another, and they will all be convinced you're a rising star in that regard.”

  “No,” she said. “I was a prima ballerina on my own, and if this is my path, I'll figure it out.”

  “My independent queen,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “So many people would take that offer and never look back.”

  “So many of them are weak,” Ariel answered. “Are you actually hungry?”

  “No,” he said, as he scoured the landscape.

  “Right, it's not Wednesday, is it?” she said it off hand, but Alexander caught it anyway, squeezing her hand. It was the other thing he hid – his issues with food. He was almost afraid of his dragon form and of the impulses that came with it. Dragons ate other creatures relentlessly, gouging sometimes. Cole was particularly bad for it, as he was never satisfied. But Alexander liked to be in control of everything: his words, his clothes, his situation, and his food. He ate once a week on Wednesdays. Wednesdays were the days Ariel returned to the theater, and Tuesday nights were when he pulled her closest, pushing the dragon hunger away. “Drinks it is then,” she said, taking his hand. “Come on. For one night, you're not the king. You're just mine.”

  Chapter 2

  When Ariel awoke, she knew it was barely dawn. She was surprised it was dawn, frankly. Sometimes, Alexander didn't even wait for the sunrise to get up, showering and dressing and looking like he hadn't just done unspeakable things to her until it was nearly morning. The few times she had gotten him drunk enough to throw up, unused to how humans tolerated alcohol, he even threw up neatly and cleanly, returning to bed without a spot of noise.

  He had been drunk last night, she knew that. He had touched her more, reaching for her in the middle of the night like she was a teddy bear. Their father hadn't been kind to them, lashing out physically when they weren't in compliance with what he wanted. None of the princes were easy to trust, to hug, or to touch, unless their inhibitions were lowered. Cole, the youngest brother, had received the lesser of the troubles, and Ariel supposed that's why he had a happy marriage right now.

  This morning, though, Alexander showed no signs of trauma, his suit back on, his hair perfectly styled.

  “Are you awake?” he asked. “We should go.”

  “Ugh,” she swung her arm out. “Go ahead and do it.”

  “Ariel,” he smirked. “Do you really want to arrive in the throne room without any clothes on?”

  “Do you want me to?” she rolled over, a grin on her face. “Why are you going straight to the throne room? You don't need to work this early.”

  “I do,” he said. “So as adorable as you look, can you get dressed?”

  “Bah,” she groaned, crawling out of bed. But she had the night go her way, so she supposed she should let him set the schedule this morning. She made sure he got an eyeful as she found her clothes, struggling to put them on and make herself presentable. “Are you doing throne duty or something?”

  “No,” he answered. “Not that I know of.”

  “Oh, my God,” she shook her head. “If we weren't married, could I turn up in the throne room whenever I want?”

  “If we weren't married,” he was quick to answer. “You would not be in the throne room.”

  “What?” that answer stopped her. “At all?”

  “You aren't a dragon, Ariel,” he responded.

  “But no one knows we are married now!” she protested. It scared her, because that was her back up plan. She knew she couldn't dance forever, and she didn't know how to do anything else. Sitting beside Alexander and living a life of luxury suited her; she knew he was addicted to her. But this was the first time she realized she might lose everything she had come to know.

  “I know,” he said calmly. She sank on the bed, trying to reconcile.

  “So, do you not want to go?” she said. He held out his hand.

  “I gave my word. And you know that I don't go back on my word.”

  She took it wordlessly, putting her other hand on her purse.

  “Go on then,” she said, having made this trip half a hundred times.

  It took a huge amount of magic to bring her back to his world. Each time it got harder. He had to constantly fight to overturn her carapace abilities, and even as the dragon king, he could only do it about once a week. She knew one day, as she got stronger and older, she would be stuck in one destination or the other.

  She hadn't thought about which one that would be yet. But whichever it was, she hadn't considered that a divorce would cut him out of her life. She wondered if a normal marriage was easier or harder.

  Alexander grunted as he forced the magic through her. He was one of the only ones who could do it. She felt the hard marble floor rush up under her, and she landed with a grunt.

  “I'm sorry,” he said, as soon as his head was clear. “That was more difficult than I imagined.”

  “No kidding,” she looked around at her surroundings. They were in one of the private rooms off the throne room, an entrance chamber that had a history of hundreds of years. It always felt so odd to her, to be here in a place where Alexander's blood had run a thousand years, if not more. She belonged to nowhere – had no home, no place where she could see her family or walk in their footsteps. But he knew nothing but memories and family life. “Let's just stay here. It's quiet.”

  “In another life, perhaps,” he said, getting up and then pulling her along. “I’m going to make sure my brothers haven't burned the place down while I was gone. I assume you'd like to go to your room and freshen up?”

  “I can do that,” she said. “But Alexander, I do want to talk about...you know, what I mentioned, while I'm here.”

  He sighed. “It is a big deal for you, isn't it?”

  “It is,” she said, although she didn't want to push the topic. “I feel like a fraud, Alexander.”

  He understood that, as he understood everything about her. It was an odd position to be in, and not one he could speak to anyone about. She thought that their relationship would sustain if their marriage did not, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.

  “We will find some time to speak about it. I promise,” he said before walking away.

  Ariel checked her reflection in the mirror on the wall and decided that she looked presentable enough to wander through the palace. All she needed when she came here was her purse; everything else was kept for her. It was the closest thing to having a home that she could ever imagine.

  The palace was bustling with activity as it always was. The dragon lords were the top of the hierarchy here, controlling an entire planet of various types of shifters. It had been surprisingly easy to swallow when she first found out about their existence and her place in it all.

  Being a wife didn't suit her though, even if Alexander claimed freedom. She liked being a queen, and she wouldn't trade that for anything, but she still felt an obligation to him that weighed heavily on her soul. She wasn't in love with him; they didn't believe in love. So, what was she doing?

  “Precious!” she heard Nicholas' voice and turned around with a smile. He had always loved her, from the moment they first met. Nicholas had been in a rage, and Ariel had simply shrugged and smiled. Her lack of judgment in a world full of it had made him her loyal servant. The middle brother had always been emotional and difficult to control. But Ariel had never found him to be anything but charming. She was kind to him, giving him her undivided attention and complimenting his bad boy ways. In return, he made sure his sister-in-law was never wronged or so much as unhappy. “You're here!”

  “Of course,” she said. “It's Monday morning, isn't it? I'm always here then.” Even saying that made her clench her jaw. Not only was she at Alexander's side, she had a routine with him.

  “Yes,” he wrapped her up in a hug. “But sometimes, you come on Sunday nights. You didn't come last night.”

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  “No, your brother and I had a bit of a party,” she replied, with a smile. “What's new and exciting?”

  “Same old, same old,” he answered with a shrug. As they walked through the palace, people bowed to him and possibly to her. He took no notice, for it had been happening all his life. She smiled, however, enjoying the attention. “Cole and Enya are on Earth until tonight, I think.”

  Cole's human wife, Enya, was his perfect match. Innocent to his mischief, weak to his strong, he had devoted his whole life to loving her, protecting her, and fueling her otherwise dying body with healing magic a few times a week. He couldn't cure her. The magic couldn't change the defects in the cells, but he could heal the damage it did whenever she felt ill. They were happy being married, devoted to each other, and living a double life between here and Earth. She was in school, studying to be a translator, and he happily took her down whenever she had class.

  “So, no little brother to watch over? I have you all to myself?” she teased.

  “You do,” he grinned. “What trouble do you want to get up to?”

  “Hmm. I'll have to think on that,” she replied. “To be honest, I was actually hoping for a relaxing few days off.”

  “Boring,” he answered, and she shrugged.

  “Or we could burn the palace down. I think that's what Alexander was going to investigate”

  “You are queen, my dear,” he said. “You can do whatever you wish, and I, as a loyal prince, will have to follow.”

  “Yes,” she said, surveying the ballroom. It was her favorite place, especially when it was empty. She loved to take over the marble floors, dancing through routines she only dreamed of trying. The fact that it was currently empty was tempting.

  Nicholas picked up on it, laying a hand on her shoulder.

  “I'll be back,” he said, wanting to take care of some business.

  She hardly noticed he was gone, the music already playing in her head. Ariel bent down to take off her shoes, imagining her first few choreographed steps all the way to a grand finale.

  She spun, she leapt, she threw her arms out and pushed her body through the motions. She knew that she shouldn't be dancing without stretching first, but she couldn't help it in such a beautiful room.