Stuck in the Cabin (Exiled Dragons Book 8)

by Sarah J. Stone

  “I do,” she managed, her voice barely audible. There was a very good chance that he would outlive her, but she knew that she would be faithful until the end of her life.

  “Peter, will you have this woman to be your wife, to live together with her in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful unto her as long as you both shall live?”

  “I will,” he said. He had already helped her through much already. In her mind, he had already upheld all of those vows. Hearing him agree to them, in front of everyone, though, sent shivers down her spine. This was the man who would be by her side forever, or as long as forever lasted. She didn't know about the future, what their rule would bring. But she was confident that together they would do the best they could.

  “Yvette and Peter, having witnessed your vows of love to one another, it is my joy to present you to all gathered here as husband and wife. Peter, you may kiss the bride.”

  He dipped her down to kiss her, and the congregation exploded in applause as he brought her back up, and walked her down the aisle, he whispered in ear.

  “Are you ready to be queen?”

  “Now that I'm your wife, I'm ready for anything,” she smiled at him. Their plans were to go to their reception and then sneak away, landing in Umora before midnight. Tomorrow at dawn, the coronation would begin, sealing her life here. And she couldn't wait.

  Chapter 15

  “So, did you have to do this?” Yvette asked Ariel, as they stood in the antechamber of the large church. She knew that the one in her hometown was not that impressive. But the church on Umora was like nothing she had ever seen before. She was surprised that they had a church at all really. Of course, they worshipped different gods. The dragon gods all had wings and were majestic and grand. It made sense to her, of course. They weren't that different when she thought about. Two societies who did the best they can, and had faith in a higher power.

  She was nervous about the coronation, if she was honest with herself, because she hadn't put as much focus into it as she had put into her wedding. Peter had given her the script, and they had walked through it once before they left. But she didn't have to say as much, although more focus would be on her. He promised that he would be there to guide her and protect her, and she knew that he would. But she still felt very unprepared as she stood in the antechamber, waiting.

  “No,” Ariel said. “Because I am not an anointed queen. When you marry a king or in this kingdom, when you are the highest-ranking female, you become a queen by default. But when you are an anointed queen, that means you are blessed by the gods and therefore chosen to rule. So, in the speech, they will refer to you as a queen, but it's almost like using the same word for different things.”

  “But you had power.”

  “I did,” Ariel said. “By default, because there was no one else. But now there is.”

  “And are you sure you don't mind?”

  She smiled at her sister in law.

  “I never wanted to be queen to begin with. Yes, I liked the privileges and the power, but Alexander didn't even tell me I was queen for so many years, it doesn't matter. Besides, I wouldn't have wanted to go through all this hoopla.”

  Yvette smiled. When she first met Ariel, she found her abrasive and harsh. But now, she knew it was just her way, and she appreciated her strength. “Shall we?”

  “Sounds like everyone is out there,” Ariel cocked an ear. “You look good.”

  Yvette blushed and followed her sister in law to the grand doors. It was so much like yesterday. Yesterday, she married Peter. Today, she was marrying his world.

  “I'll see you in there, then,” Ariel said, with a grin. She slipped inside to take her place at the front.

  Yvette heard the music start and looked around the empty hallway. This was it. She was alone, and she was about to be crowned.

  The big doors opened, and everyone rose, just the same as at her wedding. She gulped and kept her focus on Peter. As with their wedding, he was at the front of the aisle. But this time, he was sitting on the throne, grand and majestic. The one beside him was meant for her.

  Yvette approached slowly, trying to keep her hands from trembling. She moved slowly in time with the music until she reached the front. There, the bishop of the church was waiting for her. On either side, the princes and princesses and nobles of the world were there, currently uncrowned. It was a new rule, and they would put on their royal regalia at the appropriate time in the ceremony.

  Peter had warned her that he couldn't speak to her during the ceremony until the appointed time. She had to be presented to the people as the queen first.

  Yvette reached the front and turned around to face the people. The bishop cleared his throat, looking out at the crowd.

  “Sirs, I here present unto you: Queen Yvette, your undoubted queen. Wherefore all you who are come this day to do your homage and service, are you willing to do the same?”

  “God save Queen Yvette!” came the cry back. She tried not to jump as they spoke in unison. Their voices echoed off the grand church walls, the marble pillars doing nothing to stop it. The ceiling seemed impossibly high and the church very large. She felt chilly, and tried not to shiver.

  “Madam, is your Majesty willing to take the Oath?”

  Yvette cleared her throat. “I am willing.”

  The bishop turned to her, his voice solemn.

  “Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the peoples of Umora, their subservient shifters, and of your possessions and other territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?”

  Yvette swallowed deeply. “I solemnly promise to do so.”

  “Will you to your power cause law and justice, in mercy, to be executed in all your judgments?”

  “I will,” she heard a little tremble in her voice, and she was glad the line was only two words. She glanced at Alexander out of the corner of her eye, and he smiled, giving her courage. They were her brothers now, and they would support her.

  Peter took her hand, and they rose. Everyone began to clap and cheer, calling out one last time.

  “So, my dear,” he said, as he took in the clapping and cheering. “You are the anointed queen. What do you think?”

  “Haven't really had much time to think,” she teased him. They had to wait, officially, until the crowd quieted down for them to get off the platform and descend back through the church. After this was when they were finally going to take a honeymoon. It wasn't going to be long, for they had a country to rule. But Yvette was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that she had the rest of her life with Peter. She didn't have to leave; she didn't have to go back; she never had to be without his smile or his touch.

  Finally, the crowd quieted down, and the new king and queen descended the platform His arm was straight out in front of him, and hers was on top of his. They walked slowly, and everyone bowed or curtsied as they went by. Some reached out gently to touch her, their eyes shining.

  “But so far?” Peter asked.

  “It's not the life I expected,” she admitted. “But it is where I belong.”

  She smiled at her as they exited the church. He wasn't sure how to navigate this world, even when he lived the first time. But with her as his queen and his wife, he was confident he would be just fine.

  ***THE END***

  Nicholas (Bonus)

  Dragons of Umora Book 4

  Sarah J. Stone

  Chapter 1

  “You will take over the throne duty, the appearances, and meet with the House of Lords on Tuesday, then, while we are occupied,” Alexander said, glancing to his younger brother, Nicholas, across the table. “It's a duty that you used to do often when I was King. I have no issue with it.”

  “But not until Tuesday,” Nicholas replied, raising an eyebrow. The dragon lord, Second Prince of the planet Umora, was calm about it. He even had a smirk on
his face. But his head was calculating exactly how many hours it was until Tuesday morning.

  “Yes, I just said that,” Alexander, the current prince regent, his older brother, and the former king before their eldest brother Peter returned from the Other, the Dragon heaven, sighed. “Honestly, Nicholas, one would think that you aren't listening at all.”

  “I'm listening!” Nicholas protested. “I just want to make sure that I have heard you right so you aren't wondering where I am on Monday. I will be here on Tuesday, then.”

  “Why? Where are you going until then?” Alexander asked. Nicholas gave his easy smirk.

  “Does it matter? You are prince regent now that Peter is back. All the dragons, all the wolves, all the shifters, have to come to you if they can't get to the king, no matter where I am. I have business to attend t, on some of the outer realm planets that has been pushed to the side since we started this mad hunt to find Father. And, frankly, Alexander, I am not sure he is still here. He returned from the Other, yes, but it's been quiet for months. There is nothing to say he couldn't have slipped back into it.”

  “That is wishful thinking, Nicholas,” Alexander waived his hand. “But for now, it is allowed. Go if you have business to attend to, and try to slide back in the door before 9 on Tuesday morning, hmmm?”

  “8:59, it is, Brother,” Nicholas smiled, heading straight to the antechamber. The antechamber of the throne room was the easiest vortex not only to Earth, but to the other planets in the galaxy. The universe was filled with shifters of all kinds: dragons, wolves, bears, lions, and more. Some of them were more prominent on planets than others. There were also witches of various varieties, sorcerers, prophets, physics, mages who used magic of types he couldn't even begin to remember. Earth, water, black magic, ancestral magic, the list went on. At the top of the chain, however, were the dragon princes, fueled by magic and ruling for thousands of years. In a lot of ways, he was just a blip in the spectrum, a moment in time. But this moment of freedom was his.

  “Nicholas.” His sister-in-law, Ariel, almost ran into him. Ariel was Alexander's wife, a once marriage of convenience that was turning out quite well. Raised on Earth and working mostly as a dancer, the fiery redhead also happened to be the queen of the carapaces, magical beings that could suck magic from anything around them. The carapaces and Ariel had a broken relationship, and although she hated them for abandoning her as a child, she ruled them as queen by being the daughter of the two most powerful families. She was mouthy, confident, strong, and Nicholas' favorite sister-in-law. She had been dragon queen in their equal opportunity society until Peter married an Earth girl. Now, crown princess suited her just fine. “Where are you going? Off to visit your secret girlfriend?”

  “My secret girlfriend who know one knows about,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “And even though I am the worse secret keeper in the world, I've managed to do it for years.”

  “Of course,” Ariel replied. “Are you going to Earth? I have some things you could take.”

  He paused for a moment, horrified that his secret was out, and then realized she must have guessed that from the way he was dressed. The dress on Umora was much different than Earth, but he kept a regular stock in his closet of clothes that would help him fit into various planets. Today, he was wearing dark dress pants and a white shirt, overlaid by a grey vest. His brown hair was swept back, and he had taken care to clean up his scruff this morning. His eyes, with a hint of dragon yellow, were dulled against the white shirt, and he chose black cufflinks to offset the outfit. He could be just a well-dressed businessman, off to attend to affairs.

  “Sorry, precious. I don't have time to be running errands on Earth,” Nicholas said. “Next time, perhaps?”

  “Mm,” she shrugged. “I'll get Cole to take them when he takes Enya.” Cole, the youngest prince, was also married to an Earth girl, and they visited regularly. “You're lucky I like you, or I would accuse you of rushing off.”

  “Accuse all you want,” he said. “It won't make me like you any less. I'll see you on Tuesday, yes?”

  “Bye.” She was used to him running off. Having been married to Alexander for over eleven years, she was closer to him than the other girls. He also enjoyed her company more because she never pried or judged. If he was running off to some important task, she wasn't going to stand in his way.

  Once she was gone, he closed both the doors. He listened for a moment, making sure no one's desperate footsteps were coming toward him. It was common for dragons to burst into the antechamber to transport themselves various places with their magic.

  All was calm, and Ariel seemed far enough away to use his magic at full strength.

  He closed his eyes, letting the magic swirl around him. He wanted to do it carefully, undetected, which took a little bit more time and energy. The last thing he wanted was someone following him.

  He felt it swirl from the tips of his feet up to the top of his head. With one long breath, he waited until he was completely engulfed and then flicked his wrist.

  When he landed, he had to blink twice to make sure he was in the right place. It was a vortex he had never transported to, even when it was open before. A year ago, the carapaces had raged war and closed many of them, sucking the magic out of the ground, thanks to their newfound numbers. When the veil had dropped between this world and the Other, it brought back many who had died, including tyrants like his father. These days, they had no idea where his father was, and at the moment, he didn't really care. He knew that some carapaces had died as a result of his returned father's attacks. Their death meant the vortexes they had been blocking were now open, which was at least one useful thing that heinous old man had done since he returned.

  He was in the middle of a large city, but it wasn't his final destination.

  He wished he could transform into dragon form and just soar there. But ever since Peter had revealed himself one too many times on Earth as a dragon, they had to be extra careful. So instead, he got his bearings and headed toward the train station.

  He reached into his pocket, turning on the cell phone that he got specifically for his time on Earth. He didn't expect there to be any messages or calls, but he did want it on just in case.

  He was in luck for the train schedule, and boarded right before it left. It was a four-hour trip, and Nicholas' heart beat faster every moment. He had waited a year; he thought four hours would be easy. However, the hours ticked by, and he thought he would die of anticipation before he made it to his stop.

  Finally, the conductor announced the stop. He practically flew off the train, his feet hitting the pavement.

  He looked at his phone, the glaring numbers telling him that it was almost two o'clock

  Slow down, he told himself. You have plenty of time. You have two hours to spare.

  He knew he had to get there before four o'clock or it would be too late. He only had this one location, this one bit of information.

  When he had researched it, it had said the place he was looking for was only a four-minute walk from the train station. The street names threw him off, however, and he got lost for at least fifteen minutes before he found his way.

  He had seen, from his research, that the place he was looking for was inside a mall in the center of town. It was a small town, and the shopping center seemed to reflect that. There was barely anyone inside it, which made it easier to navigate his way into the men's wear store.

  He had been born a prince, and so pre-made clothing was hardly something that suited him. All of his clothing was hand-stitched by a tailor, made to fit him like a glove. Even the clothes he was wearing now were made for him, bought nearly two years ago on his last trip here. Men's fashion on Earth, it seemed, hardly changed, and so he could pass it off as brand new.

  “Can I help you?” came a voice. He spun around to find a rather tall, thin woman, staring him down. He supposed he had been staring too long at the vest in front of him. Really, he just wanted to kill time, but he supposed he had been a lit
tle suspicious about it.

  “Yes, I'll try this on,” he grabbed it, having no idea if it was his size. But she simply pointed to the back where the fitting rooms were.

  “Someone will let you in.”

  “Excellent,” he said, trying to calm his beating heart.

  In the back was a row of fitting rooms, pristine, white, and shining. There was a girl with short hair, cut like a pixie with her back to him. She was sitting on a stool, putting clothing from a table where people had flung reject items back onto a hanger.

  “How many?” she asked, and he stopped moving.

  “Just one, love,” he said.

  She spun around so fast that she nearly fell off her stool. Her large eyes met his, and she nearly cried.

  Nicholas bit his lip to hold back his emotions as well. It had been a year since he had seen Rosa – the longest year of his life. But now, she was right in front of him.

  “There's always been just one,” he said softly.

  She slowly reached for the Number One to hang on his door, sliding off her stool. On shaky legs, she indicated he should follow.

  “I'll just give you this one,” she said, her voice low. She waived him toward one of the larger stalls, and he stepped in. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching, she stepped in behind and shut the door, and then she flew into his arms. “What are you doing here?”

  He kissed her furiously, his hands everywhere at once. He could kiss her forever, holding her tight against him like they were made to fit together.

  “Rosa, Rosa, I missed you so much.”

  “I missed you, too, my love,” she said, in between kisses. She wanted to melt into him, to never let go. “We're safe here for a moment. There are no cameras here.”

  “Good,” he said. “Oh, I was so afraid I wouldn't find you. After they moved you, I was lost. I found out you worked here, but I couldn't find where you lived.”