It started with sore muscles and whispers in the halls.
And not the sexy kind.
After the castle wide symphony of moans echoing from the royal shower the night before (RIP to the dignity of every poor servant within a ten mile radius), the mood had shifted.
Rhiannan rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck like a warrior goddess about to beat some ass. "Fun's over, boys. Time to train like we don't wanna die."
She stood barefoot in the center of the training grounds, looking like an ethereal queen of chaos auburn hair glinting, glowing tattoos pulsing faintly, wearing black workout leathers that clung to every deadly curve. Her dragon mark shimmered on her shoulder, the fresh horn sigil from Sable branded just beneath her collarbone. She was powerful, radiant and slightly feral.
Her five mates stood in a semi circle around her, stretching, sweating, and shirtless because why not bless the realm a little more?
FaeNet Was Already on Fire 🔥
đź’¬ "IS SHE TRAINING IN A CROP TOP??? OMFG #GodsBlessUs"
đź’¬ "Two dicks?? A demon with a BENDY SNAKE DICK?? And she STILL walks like a queen??"
đź’¬ "My man can't even survive me on my period, this woman is OUT HERE with FIVE MATES AND ABS."
FaeNet exploded. Clips, reels, slow mo shots of Rhiannan slicing through training dummies, throwing men like rag dolls. Gold coins and magical gifts flooded her inbox. Fan art was being made in real time.
But none of it compared to the real shit going down in that courtyard.
Arwen, with his pirate swagger and shadow control, tried to sneak up on her. Rhiannan flipped him like a coin and smacked his ass midair."Try again, Prettyboy," she smirked.
Kaleb threw literal lightning, forcing Rhiannan to dodge with vamp speed until she grabbed his arm and yeeted him across the arena."Less thunder. More aim."
Elisha, grumpy dragon alpha, challenged her with claws and brute force.
"I'm not holding back," he growled.
"You never were," she snapped, and then they sparred like ancient gods, clashing hard enough to shake the ground.
Liam didn't even try to fight her.
"I'm emotionally unavailable and also horny. I just want snacks and titties."
She decked him anyway. He moaned dramatically and thanked her.
Sable was eerily silent... until he transformed mid fight, wings bursting out, tattoos glowing, that long demon tail wrapping around Rhiannan's leg.
"Cheater," she whispered.
"Mate," he whispered back, kissing her cheek, and letting her pin him, because he liked it.
Dinner was quiet. Sort of.
Rhiannan stuffed her face with roasted meat and honeyed fruit while her mates glared at each other over the table, still not used to sharing. Gailia sat beside her giggling, whispering jokes while her dragon twins fed her by hand.
Rhiannan sighed.
"Peace is temporary. Horny chaos is eternal," she muttered.
And just like that, FaeNet again began buzzing with leaked clips of training, and new rumors about all the things. She would never get used to this Faenet shit and being famous. She sighed heavily.
The world was watching.
And the pentacle?
They were just getting started.