The Sinful Young Master

"Perhaps," Myron conceded, his fingers gently tracing her cheek. "But every dragon was once just an egg, and we cannot underestimate the potential of the ones who grow up in the shadows."

With that, the conversation faded as their bodies took over, merging once more in a dance of intimacy that drowned out their concerns.

The world outside continued to spin, unaware of the turmoil that brewed in the hearts of those within the keep. For now, all that mattered was the heat of the moment, the pleasure they shared, and the bond that strengthened with every breath they took.

As the candles flickered and the water swirled around them, the sounds of their passion echoed in the chamber, drowning out the worries.

Elara, lost in the euphoria of their connection, surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body.

But even as they lost themselves in each other, Myron's thoughts lingered on the implications of Elara's dismissal of Jolthar. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the young man than met the eye.

A dragon hidden beneath the water—he would keep that in mind, even as he indulged in the present.

In the moments that followed, they surrendered to their desires, the echo of their lovemaking resonating through the chamber like a siren song.

*

The next morning, Elara and Myron left the Keep after Myron greeted Jolthar and bid his farewell. To the last minute, Myron had been nothing but respectful. So, Jolthar wondered how in the world he fell for Elara.

After their departure, Jolthar was in his room, accompanied by little Yanna and Katerina.

A woman named Moira entered, her face grave. "Young master Jolthar, a message has arrived from the main house. Your presence is required immediately."

Jolthar was puzzled to hear the news. He took the proffered letter, breaking the seal with trepidation. As he read, his expression darkened.

"What is it?" Katerina asked, concern evident in her voice.

Jolthar looked up, his eyes conflicted. "It says that all the children must come back to the clan. We are summoned. Says it's urgent."

He glanced at the sleeping Yanna, then back at Katerina. "I think I have to leave now."

"What are you going to do?"

Katerina straightened, thinking for a moment. "We'll come with you," she decided.

"The seragilo had sent word, and they said to meet at Avyaburgh."

Jolthar's brow furrowed in concern. "Avyaburgh? That's quite a journey from here, especially in your condition. Are you certain it's safe?"

Katerina nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of determination and fear. "The people from the Blue Rose Palace will wait for us in that city; don't worry."

Jolthar considered this for a moment, his tactical mind weighing the risks and possibilities. "As it happens," he said finally, "Avyaburgh is on my way to Sandornen. I can escort you there before continuing on to my final destination."

Relief washed over Katerina's face. "Thank you," she breathed. "You've already done so much for us, but this... this means everything."

***

The journey to Avyaburgh took several days. He bid his farewell to Colinus before leaving.

As they approached the outskirts of Avyaburgh, a city known for its towering spires and bustling trade markets, Jolthar sensed a change in the air. There was an expectancy, as if the very city was holding its breath in anticipation of their arrival.

At the city gates, they were met by a group of elegantly dressed women. Their flowing robes and serene demeanour marked them as Dames from the Seraglio, an organisation shrouded in mystery and whispered to possess great magical power.

One of the Dames stepped forward, her ageless face breaking into a warm smile as she beheld Katerina and Yanna. "Welcome, sisters," she said, her voice melodious and soothing. "We've been expecting you."

Katerina visibly relaxed at the sight of the Dames, tears of relief welling in her eyes. "Thank you," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "We've come so far..." She explained how Jolthar helped them and escorted them here.

The Dame turned her attention to Jolthar, her piercing gaze seeming to look through him rather than at him. "And you, young warrior, have our deepest gratitude. You have safeguarded hope itself, though you may not yet understand the full magnitude of your actions."

Jolthar bowed his head respectfully. "I did what anyone with honour would do," he said simply.

As the Dames prepared to escort Katerina and Yanna into the city, Jolthar kneeled down to bid farewell to the child who had, in such a short time, found a place in his heart.

"Be safe, little one," he said softly. "And remember, you are stronger than you know."

Yanna threw her arms around Jolthar's neck, hugging him tightly. "Will I see you again?" she asked, her voice small and hopeful.

Jolthar smiled, gently disentangling himself from her embrace. "I believe we will, Yanna."

With a final nod to Katerina and the Dames, Jolthar turned and set out for Sandornen.

As he walked away, he could feel Yanna's eyes on his back, and he silently thought of seeing her again.

The trip to Sandornen was uneventful compared to the harrowing days that had preceded it. Jolthar used the time to reflect on all that had transpired and to prepare himself for whatever awaited him at the ancestral home of the Kaezhlar clan. It had been several years since he left the estate. There was no one who would wish for his return.

And he hadn't forgotten about his revenge; initially he wanted to go back after learning everything about the outside world. It had been a few years since he had interacted with the outside world, after all.

As he crested the final hill, the vast estate of Sandornen came into view.

It was a breathtaking sight—spreading grounds dotted with elegant buildings centred around a grand manor house that seemed to touch the sky. Banners bearing the Kaezhlar crest fluttered in the breeze, and the air hummed with energy that spoke of ancient power and timeless tradition.