Petrak let go of her talons and picking up the mugs he moved from the fireside, his back towards them, shoulders hunched.
“Alright then here goes, from the beginning,” Taya said once more.
“It began seven hecs ago, not long after it got out that you, Cymric had been killed by the Kraal’s at the Magnam. Salenas moped about for days, finding any excuse to
have any young male shard put to death, it was obvious if he didn’t have his son then nobody else was entitled to have their’s either. All in all nearly a hundred young Shard males were put to death but that was before he got it into his head that he wanted another son. This is when the trouble started, Salenas had never taken a wife, his sister Delth has him convinced that there is no need for him to have just one woman, after all, he is the Prince of Thordoy therefore he can have whom ever he wants, when ever he wants.”
Taya sighed. “So long of course that they came from the royal blood line, so he then decided to go on a rampage of the royal females. He didn’t search for long.
One female, Yamina, a beautiful dragon from an exceptional background caught his eye. He decided that she should be the one to bare his child and the fact that she had already given birth to three sons, made his lust for her even greater.” Taya looked to where Petrak still had his back to the trio. “Are you sure you want me to go on, Petrak?” Petrak nodded his head in silence. Taya shrugged her shoulders and carried on.
