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Please take a seat,” he
continued, gesturing to the two chairs grouped around the crystal
fire. “Your people will be settled in no time. You have no need to
worry for them.”
    The king draped his coat over one of
the chairs and sat down. “I don’t,” he said. “If I thought there
was any danger to me or mine, I would not have come
here.”
    “ Despite the fact that I
am an alien?” Dragan asked.
    The king, William , smiled at that.
His smile did something to his face that made Dragan’s cock thicken
again. “Despite that.”
    “ I am surprised by your
visit,” Dragan said as he took the other chair, more to stop
himself gazing upon the king’s body than anything else. It would
not do him any good to have his interest known so soon.
    “ I thought it…prudent not
to send another messenger.”
    “ Because I have sent them
all away?” Dragan asked.
    “ Precisely.”
    “ Your father thought the
same thing once,” Dragan said, and he watched as William’s face
softened. He was glad to see that because the comment had been
designed to gauge the king’s reaction to the man who had sired
him.
    “ Father came to see
you?”
    Dragan nodded. “On three
occasions.”
    “ To ask for your
aid?”
    “ Yes.”
    William shifted on his seat and Dragan
waited, because there was no avoiding the reason behind this visit,
and to Dragan’s mind the sooner they got to it the
better.
    “ You did not give it,”
William finally said.
    “ I did not,” Dragan
replied.
    William frowned. “And may I ask
why?”
    “ The war you fight…”
Dragan paused. “I made a choice many years past not to become
involved in it.”
    “ The war we fight
is not by
choice.”
    “ Wars very rarely
are.”
    “ Maylor chose to fight
it.”
    “ Maylor is…” Dragan shook
his head as he thought about the man who despite being from his own
species was just about as different as could be.
    “ What?” the king demanded.
“What is he?”
    “ Foolish,” Dragan said.
“He bites the hand that feeds him.”
    “ But you do
not.”
    Dragan answered honestly. “I ignore
it. Here, on these islands my people are safe, more than that I
keep some of yours safe too. They came here, to answer your
advisor’s earlier question, because they had no choice. They are
all refugees who fled from the north.”
    “ They should have come to
me.”
    “ You misunderstand me,”
Dragan said. “They could not make it to the capital. By sea was
there only option and their ships led them here. To my mind these
are as much their lands as mine. They are welcome.”
    “ You treat them equal to
your own people?” William asked. “The same rights? The same
privileges?”
    Dragan started, shocked by that
question. “Of course. All who live on these islands are equal.
Myself included.”
    “ And the northern rebels?”
William asked. “Are they too equal?”
    Dragan sighed at those words. “There
is much I could tell you about them,” he said. “Much, but now is
not the time.”
    The king shifted again, leaning
forward now so that there was scant space between them. As he did
so, and perhaps because he had now removed his winter furs, Dragan
became aware of the king’s scent. It was light, slightly woody, and
it intrigued Dragan. He found himself wondering if all of the
king’s body would smell that way, and as soon as those thoughts
blossomed others did…
    “ When is the time, Lord
Dragan?” he asked. “When?”
    “ It is not
now.”
    William frowned before taking a deep
breath. “It is, because I need your help, and as your king I have
come to request it.”
    His words were so earnest, the
expression on his face so serious… “Request?”
    “ Yes.”
    “ Not demand?” Dragan
asked.
    William sighed. “And how would I
enforce that demand?”
    Dragan did not answer that because
there was no need. Both males knew that there was nothing William
could do to enforce anything. His bravest, most loyal generals were
already engaged with the