Shalador's Lady

she watched Lucivar Yaslana and her cousin Aaron deftly separate her father and husband, herding them in opposite directions. “I wonder. Did Scelties learn to play cows and sheep from Warlord Princes or did Warlord Princes learn from the Scelties?”
    Grinning, she and Devra slipped arms around each other’s waists and went out to meet the next group of well-wishers.

    “Prince Grayhaven and Lady Rhahn have arrived,” Dryden said quietly. “He asked to see you. I put them in the visitor’s parlor.”
    Gray felt the bright joy of his wedding day fade. Cassie had insisted on sending Theran an invitation to the wedding. He was family, and their wedding was about friends and family, and not about courts and boundaries. So he—and the rest of her court—had yielded to her wishes, but no one had been disappointed that Theran hadn’t come.
    He looked over to where Cassie was talking and laughing with a group of women, including Lucivar’s wife, Marian.
    “Let him wait,” Gray said.
    Lucivar chuckled. “Grayhaven can wait until the sun shines in Hell, but Lady Rhahn is a Green-Jeweled Queen. Trust me, boyo. You do not want to keep her waiting.”
    The sharp warning in Lucivar’s eyes had Gray chaining his temper before Ranon or any of the others caught a scent of it. He wasn’t going to spoil this day for any of them, especially Cassie.
    “Go meet her before you say or do something stupid,” Lucivar said.
    Gray handed his glass of sparkling wine to Lucivar. “Here. That way I won’t be tempted to throw it in her face.”
    Lucivar’s roar of laughter wasn’t the reaction he expected, so he slipped into the Residence, more curious now than angry.
    Then he stepped into the visitors’ parlor.
    Hell’s fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful. The Green-Jeweled Queen was a Sceltie?
    “Hello, Gray,” Theran said, sounding uncertain. “May I introduce Lady Rhahn from the Isle of Scelt?”
    “I am honored by the introduction,” Gray replied, bowing as he would to any Queen.
    “Lady, this is my cousin Prince Jared Blaed.”
    Rhahn wagged her tail. *You are called Gray. You are Cassie’s mate now. Are you going to have puppies?*
    “Ah . . .” Was there a safe answer? He sent a psychic spear thread toward Lucivar. *You could have warned me.*
    *Boyo, you have no idea yet. My darling sister sometimes has a wicked sense of justice.*
    * Jaenelle sent Rhahn to Dena Nehele?*
    *Who else?*
    Aware of the silence in the room, Gray looked into Rhahn’s brown eyes and had a sudden urge to hide in the nearest clump of brambles.
    “So,” he said, “are you the Queen of Dena Nehele?”
    *No. Theran rules Dena Nehele, and I rule Theran.*
    A Sceltie Queen ruling a territory made up of one Warlord Prince who didn’t outrank her. No wonder Theran looked like he’d gotten a hard whack upside the head.
    May the Darkness have mercy on him.
    *Rhahn!* Vae bounded into the room, dancing with delight. *You are here!*
    Theran looked at Vae and turned a little green.
    Gray took a step toward the door. “You two know each other?” A dumb question when the answer was so obvious.
    He took another step toward the door.
    *Rhahn is . . . * Vae appeared to be thinking hard. *Mother’s sister.*
    “What?” Theran squeaked.
    “Your aunt?” Gray felt something tickling inside his belly and throat. Might have been laughter. More likely, hysteria. “Rhahn is your aunt?”
    *Yes,* Rhahn said. *Aunt. Vae will introduce me to the Queen. Then we will play.* She looked at Theran and growled. *This is a happy day. You will behave and not fight with the Queen’s males.*
    The Scelties trotted out of the room.
    “What is the ‘or else’?” Gray asked. “She didn’t have to say it; I heard it loud and clear.”
    Theran hunched his shoulders. “With Rhahn, ‘bite him in the balls’ isn’t just an expression.”
    It wasn’t kind to laugh, but he couldn’t stop himself. “Is she as bossy as Vae?”
    “She’s twice as bad.” Theran shook his head. “Hell’s fire, Gray, when the Warlord Princes heard another Queen from Kaeleer was staying at Grayhaven, they came charging in, ready to fight.”
    “Didn’t know what to do with her, did they?” He looks so confused and beaten, Gray thought, feeling sympathy for his cousin Theran even if he still felt wary of Prince Grayhaven.
    “There she was, looking all furry and friendly, and before they realized what she was, she was charging around, issuing orders and