It was almost dark when Vera and Bane returned to Dragon Bane. “Make sure he’s well fed. We may be leaving again on the morrow.”
“Yes, Princess,” Franco answered.
“Sir Arthur,” she greeted outside of the dragon pit. “Tell my father to gather his counsel as well as Lord Oar, Lord Rayne, and the western lords for my report. I will be there momentarily.”
“Yes, Princess.”
In her chambers she debated changing but decided against it. Instead, she took a moment to breathe and try to calm herself. They were under attack, the kind of attack that was launching a full blown war.
Merida and Aly were waiting outside of her chamber door.
“What is happening?” Aly asked.
“Have your fathers not told you?”
“No,” Merida answered.
“Then there is a reason, and it is not my place.”
“Vera,” Aly pleaded
