KERENSA'S DRAGON (Dragons of Telera Book 3)

by Daniels, Lisa

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One: Not All Fools

  Chapter Two: The Unexpected Lesson

  Chapter Three: Another Type of Society, Same Problems

  Chapter Four: Same Class, Different Perspective

  Chapter Five: The Unexplained Visit

  Chapter Six: The Ugly Side of Privilege

  Chapter Seven: A Dangerous Decoy

  Chapter Eight: Shifting Intentions

  Chapter Nine: Into the Unknown

  Chapter 10: A Growing Misunderstanding

  Chapter 11: After the Snow Fall

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  Kerensa’s Dragon

  By: Lisa Daniels

  Chapter 1

  Not All Fools

  Kerensa fought the urge to put her hand up on her hat as the breeze whipped around her. That was something only a woman would do, and the last thing she wanted was for anyone to suspect that was what she was. The young woman had taken a lot of care to make sure that she appeared as manly as she could. With her 21st birthday just past, the young woman’s figure was already a bit strange for a man’s, but she was lucky enough that women in her family relied heavily on their clothing to enhance the feminine aspects they usually lacked. Anyone who just glanced at her would believe that she was a young man in his late teens who took exercise seriously. The problem was if anyone decided to look a little closer. Her hips may not have been much further out than her waist, but it was just enough that a keen pair of eyes would notice the dip. From there it would not take much to realize that the muscular looking chest was not actually muscular.

  After everything she had been through that was the last thing Kerensa wanted.

  For nearly the first 16 years of her life, Kerensa had spent much of her time in books and learning because her mother had almost completely forgotten about her youngest child. With two older brothers and three older sisters, Kerensa had been nearly invisible. It had made the first 15 and a half years completely open for her to choose her own path.

  Then her mother had succeeded in finding a wife for her second youngest child. With all of her other children married to suitable partners, the mother had finally realized that Kerensa existed. Within a week of the marriage, Lady Gwavas had nothing else to do and a younger daughter who, by all outward appearances, was reaching an age where marriage should be the priority.

  It had come as a shock to her youngest child, and not a pleasant one. Suddenly the young woman went from spending her days in the library and talking with her father’s friends to being the object of inspection and criticism. Lady Gwavas’s initially positive appraisal of her daughter had quickly soured after two hours together. Nothing that a young woman should know or be concerned with learning appeared to have crossed her youngest daughter’s mind. When Kerensa had attempted to explain what she had been doing, her mother had not understood anything. It was like the woman and her offspring spoke two completely different languages. There was no surprise that the end result did not please either of the two women. Lady Gwavas muttered about not having enough time to get her daughter prepared for the party that was required to present her as an eligible partner. For her part, Kerensa could not understand why she was being subjected to something that she had never been prepared for up to that point. She had assumed that her own life would be run differently, in part because of her close relationship with her father.

  Compared to his socially conscious wife, Sir Gwavas was level-headed and intelligent. He had never been satisfied in his marriage, but that had never been too much of a problem as it was entirely easy to distract and ignore his wife. She had her own ideas of what her role was, and was never concerned by his expectations. As this seldom interfered with his interests, Sir Gwavas had largely let his wife manage things that interested her. Several of his children showed promise in their abilities, but his wife always whisked them away too quickly for her husband to have much of an effect on their lives. With no real interest in children, this had not bothered the man. Not until Kerensa.

  As a young child, Kerensa was thought to be mute and intellectually inferior to the other Gwavas children. When she was four years old, Sir Gwavas had wandered into her room looking for something one of his servants had told him was in the child’s room. He had questioned why that was the case, but none had been able to provide an adequate response as no one knew how the tool had made its way there. Kerensa was quietly playing. Her soft green eyes turned toward him, but he did not see what his wife, children, and servants saw as the child looked at him. The look in her eye was one of curiosity and observation, almost like she was studying him. She watched him for a moment, as if she expected him to do something. When he simply stood there and looked at her, the young child had returned to her play. Instead of looking for the tool that he had come to get, Sir Gwavas had moved to the side and observed her. After a few minutes, he realized there was a pattern and method to her play – Kerensa was building things with toys, despite not having the necessary education or equipment to construct anything. What had initially looked like a messy pile of dolls was clearly a replication of the cathedral they had been to a few days before.

  Sir Gwavas moved over and sat beside his daughter. He knew that she had never spoken a word, but he was curious if she could hear him or understand if she was spoken to directly.

  “Hello Kerensa. It looks like you have made the dolls into the St. Bernard Cathedral.”

  Her little face shifted back to him, her blond curls bouncing beside her adorable face. She simply blinked at him.

  Thinking that the child could not comprehend, he decided to speak of the place’s relation to their family as he looked over the strange replication of such a famous structure. “You know there is actually a tunnel here,” he pointed at a back area where there was a gap in the dolls, “it goes down several miles and it was used to help hide our family during the civil war four hundred years ago. That is how we came into power, by sticking to the side of the queen, even after she was removed from the throne. It is strange to think how different things would have been if they had not been able to hide there. How different would the family line have been without that help at a critical time.”

  “We wouldn’t be.”

  The voice was small, but very serious. Sir Gwavas looked around the room to find the source. Kerensa’s instructor was nowhere to be found. Frowning, he realized that his youngest daughter had no supervision. “Where is your nanny? Your mother should have someone here watching you.”

  The voice spoke up again from beside him, “In there with him.”

  Sir Gwavas looked around again, but a movement from beside him caught his attention. Looking at his daughter, the man saw that she was pointing to a closet.

  “Kerensa…did you speak?”

  She looked at her father and blinked, her little arm still extended toward the closet.

  The man stood up and strode over to the closet, a look of concern on his face. He pulled the door open and found a young woman and one of his servants mostly in
a state of undress. The look of horror on their faces would have been humorous if not for the fact that his daughter had witnessed something that was very inappropriate. Without a word, Sir Gwavas closed the door. He walked over to his daughter and held out his hand. A gentle smile played on his lips, “It looks like their business is going to take a little longer. I think you should come with me dear.”

  Kerensa’s face did not change, nor did she say a word as she stood up. Placing her little hand in his, she let her father lead her out of the room.

  The next morning, the young girl woke to see her father standing at the window looking out. “Father?” Her voice was firmer than the day before.

  The man turned with a smile, “I thought that you could join me every morning.” She simply blinked at him. “Would that be alright with you?” he asked realizing that a young girl may not be too keen on spending her days with a bunch of men and their books. A smile slowly crept across the girl’s face and she nodded.

  Perhaps that was why her mother had entirely forgotten about the youngest daughter, because for over a decade she had been in the care of her father. If Kerensa’s mother had thought about her at all, then Lady Gwavas would likely have assumed that her husband would raise the girls with the same understanding and values shared by the other women of their social standing. So, it was that an early misunderstanding of the young girl’s silence and intellect ended up freeing her from her mother’s attention and giving her a world that was better suited to her interests.

  When that life was interrupted a few weeks before her 16th birthday, Kerensa had not taken it well. She had maintained rational arguments with her mother, sisters, and sisters-in-law, but to no avail. The woman could not understand how a young girl could possibly be interested in anything other than socializing and marriage. Kerensa could not understand what they could not understand about how unsatisfying she felt their lives were. Finally, everything came to a head over three years later at a family gathering. Two of Kerensa’s siblings and their spouses were in attendance for the falling out of her mother’s efforts.

  Lady Gwavas was still hoping to make her youngest daughter into a desirable partner, or to at least to teach the young woman the error of her ways. Knowing that the daughter and Sir Gwavas had a tight bond, the woman thought it best to address him with the problem at hand. “Darling, did you know that Kerensa didn’t feel that marriage was good enough for her. She told me this just the other day at the Jostine’s Ball. Apparently, she incorrectly believed that it is unsuitable for the life she thinks she wants. It took a good bit of persuading, but Jeannie and I finally made her understand the truth.” Her husband simply looked at her, so the woman turned to her daughter and daughter-in-law, “Is that not the silliest thing you have ever heard?”

  The eldest son’s wife spoke first, “What else would she do?”

  Kerensa’s sister picked up from there, “I can see why she would feel that way though. It’s not like boys flock to her with those ugly things she wears on her face.”

  Her sister-in-law leaned over, “You really should stop wearing those dear. You are so much prettier without them.”

  Kerensa raised an eyebrow as the three men in the room looked on with interest in the feminine bullying of the youngest member of the family. Pushing her glasses up a little on her face, Kerensa was not about to listen to the harebrained advice of the women in the room. “You do realize that I wear these because I do not see well, right? Without them, I will look rather foolish stumbling around any room.”

  Her mother laughed, “You don’t need to see or move around, my dear. You just need to stand still and be seen. That’s what matters.”

  The other two women quickly agreed as the young woman blinked at them. Finally, Kerensa decided now was as good a time as any to point out that she did not in fact subscribe to the life the rest of the women cherished, “I will not live my life blind the way you three have.”

  Though they did not understand the exact meaning, the three women did recognize an insult when spoken from the youngest daughter. Kerensa’s sister was first to find words to express her annoyance, “We have lived our lives knowing full well what we needed to do and we are all happy for it.” Her voice was full of disdain for her sister and the idea that the women were anything other than completely satisfied with their lives.

  Kerensa spoke in a calm, nearly monotone voice, “You live in ignorance of your realities. Of course, you are happy, but you cannot pretend it is the same thing as knowing what you need to do.” Her eyes looked at the three men in the room, and suddenly there was a tension that had not been there before as she spoke, “I dare say all three of the men in the room would agree that you hardly know what you need to do.”

  Her eldest brother began coughing as her brother-in-law looked on at her with curiosity. Only her father was smiling at the exchange.

  Kerensa’s mother spoke up, “We know all that is required for women of our station. We give our men children and raise those children into a society that is fitting for their breeding. That is all our men expect from us, and we accomplish that as only high class women can.”

  Kerensa cleared her throat, “That is true. They have come to expect no more from you. And yet, none of the men in this room are satisfied with your feeble contributions because you fail to please them in any way that actually matters to them. Once they have an heir, you serve very little other purpose since you do not believe that any more is required of you.”

  The three women spluttered at such open contempt from Kerensa. Her sister-in-law was the first to speak up, “Surely they are happy with what we offer! There is nothing more noble or desirable than that. Right Fender, you are happy with me?” She turned to look at her husband, the eldest boy in the family.

  He gave a slight inclination of his head and said, “My dear, I wouldn’t know how to ask more of you.”

  Kerensa immediately burst into laughter, “Oh, but you are still the charmer, aren’t you Fender. It’s no wonder you are still able to bed any woman you take an interest in.”

  Fender’s wife’s eyes went wide open as she turned to look at her sister-in-law, “There is no way he would do that!”

  Kerensa simply looked at her and flashed a mirthless smile, “I have to admit that his appetite is far more restrained than my brother-in-law’s – he’s not particularly picky at all. The number of men he’s bedded is nearly as many as the number of women, and station does not play any part in his choices. Of course, he lives with Jeannie, so I can’t say that I blame him for wanting a constant escape from my sister. If she were to move back into this house, I would certainly have to leave that same day. I am just fortunate that I have that option, unlike my sister’s unfortunate husband.” The man watched with passive amusement, his eyes sparkling at the young woman as a hint of emotion was betrayed in her last response.

  Kerensa’s mother was storming over to her when Kerensa’s father cut in, “Kerensa, dearest, I think you have said quite enough. Why don’t you go do some more of your studies? I hear that there is an exceptional dragon hunter in town. You may be able to do some real research on your latest paper.”

  Kerensa’s eyes had gone wide as her mother turned on her husband, “She will stay here for the punishment she seems so eager to have. Did you not hear what she said about the lovely men in our presence?”

  Her husband looked back at a newspaper as he responded, “I did. I also heard how you three were bullying her into thinking as you do instead of using persuasion to back your views. I fear that Kerensa has a far more intelligent and capable mind that you three are not likely to be able to persuade or bully. Our little Kerensa has read too much to believe any of the stuff that goes for common sense around certain types of women. Finally, and here is the part you clearly missed, neither of our lovely men here have denied what Kerensa said.” He looked up at his youngest child, “Go ahead honey. I heard that she was staying at the Cut Throat, so please make sure to take Chadwick and Manford with you.”


  “She?” Kerensa’s eyes went wide. “You mean the dragon hunter is a woman!” It was the first time during the discussion where excitement and emotion were so obvious on her face. Kerensa’s mother stood in stunned silence as the pair ignored her.

  The man held a finger up to his lips, “It’s a secret so make sure you are careful as you approach her.”

  Kerensa hurried out of the room as her mother turned on her father. The last thing she heard was his request to the butler to take his wife for a lie down to calm her nerves.

  Lady Gwavas largely gave up trying to improve and prepare her daughter following that day. She almost completely ignored the girl, deciding that the girl deserved whatever misery she created for herself. The woman’s attitude toward her husband was somewhat icy as well as she felt he was undermining her in her role. In the end, both the father and daughter took pleasure in the change, and Kerensa finally began to think of the direction she wanted to take her life.

  Women were not allowed to be scholars, which proved to be a barrier that even money could not break for the young woman.

  One night, the servant Chadwick had convinced the young woman to come out with him to a tavern. Kerensa had been too young to go before her mother’s meddling, then she had been forbidden as long as her mother was involved in her life. Now without anyone to tell her what she could and could not do in the home, Kerensa was more than happy to accompany the young man.

  At first, Kerensa was entirely unimpressed with the kind of people in the establishment. Then a stunning red-haired woman had plopped down on a seat next to her.

  “Don’t you think you are a little out of place here?”

  Kerensa’s head turned, thinking that the woman must be addressing someone else. The young woman’s response was merely to look the gorgeous woman in the eyes. The woman tilted her head to the side and an exquisite grin spread across her face, “You don’t think so?”