House of Dragons: Royal Houses Book One

House of Dragons
Royal Houses Book One
K.A. Linde


Contents
Also By K.A. Linde
Tribes
1. The Fight
2. The Wastes
3. The Tournament
4. The Punishment
5. The Dark Prince
6. The Testing
7. The Recovery
8. The Celebration
9. The Flight
10. The Ceremony
11. The Offer
12. The Arrest
13. The Shadow
14. The Dealer
15. The Bargain
16. The Job
17. The First
18. The Box
19. The Accident
20. The Funeral
21. The Dawn
22. The Disappointment
23. The Search
24. The Assassin
25. The Knife
26. The Training
27. The Baths
28. The Tip
29. The Weapons Deal
30. The Second
31. The Fall
32. The Black House
33. The Crime Lord
34. The Explosion
35. The Weapons Training
36. The Artisan Village
37. The South
38. The Threat
39. The Party
40. The Trio
41. The Past
42. The Hostages
43. The Guest
44. The Big Fight
45. The Rescue
46. The Third
47. The Forest
48. The Raven Flight
49. The Nightmare
50. The Bonding
51. The Return
52. The Smoke
53. The Ruling
54. The Spirit
55. The Red Mask
The Affiliate
Also By K.A. Linde
Acknowledgments
About the Author


A L S O B Y K. A. L I N D E
ROYAL HOUSES
House of Dragons
ASCENSION
The Affiliate
The Bound
The Consort
The Society
The Domina


House of Dragons
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
ISBN-13: 978-1948427425


Pronunciation Guide
CHARACTERS
Amond—Uh-mond
Audria Ather—Aud-ree-uh Ath-er
Basem Nix—Bay-sum Nix
Master Bastian—Bast-yun
Master Callian—Cal-yen
Chelcie—Chel-See
Clare Rahllins —Clair Rah-lihns
Clover—Clove-er
Mistress Cressida—Cruh-see-duh
Darby—Dar-bee
Darrid—Dare-id
Dozan Rook—Doe-zen Rook
Ellerby Emberton—Ell-er-bee Em-ber-tun
Ever—Ev-er
Fallon—Fal-uhn
Master Fillion—Fil-ee-un
Hadrian—Hay-dree-en
Mistress Hellina “Helly”—Hell-ee-nuh; Hell-ee
Isa—Ee-suh
Javel—Jah-vel
Kamari—Kuh-mar-ee
Kenris—Ken-ris
Keres—Kerr-is
Kerrigan Argon—Care-ih-gen Arh-gone
Lord Kivrin Argon—Kiv-rin Arh-gone
Mistress Layla—Lay-luh
Master Lorian – Lor-ee-uhn
Lyam—Lee-um
Mistress Moran—Mor-in
Noda—No-duh
Parris—Pear-is
Posana—Poe-sohn-uh
Prince Fordham Ollivier—Ford-um Ah-liv-ee-aye
Roake—Roke
Mistress Sinead—Sih-nayd
Lady Sonali—Suh-nahl-ee
Taiga—Tay-guh
Valero—Vuh-lair-o
Valia—Val-ee-uh
DRAGONS
Avirix—Uh-veer-ix
Evien—Ev-ee-en
Gelryn—Gehl-rin
Luxor—Lux-er
Netta—Net-uh
Tavry—Tahv-ree
Tieran—Teer-en


Tribes
The twelve tribes of Alandria were split into four groups based on how they perceived the use of magic: Woodloch to the wooded west, Viland to the hills of the east, Tosin to the mountains of the north, and Moran to the rocky south. Though the twelve tribes are autonomous, the Society rules over all.
WOODLOCH
Magic should be used for might.
(warriors, weapons, armor)
Galanthea
Herasi
Venatrix
VILAND
Magic should be used for good.
(healing, medicine, art)
Bryonica
Concha
Ibarra
TOSIN
Magic should be used for efficiency.
(everyday tasks, mining, travel)
Erewa
Sayair
Zavala
MORAN
Magic should be used for nothing.
(magical artifacts)
Aude
Elsiande
Genoa


1
The Fight
Kerrigan was losing.
Blood dripped into her eye from a gash at her brow. Her feet danced back and forth on the hard stone floor, light and eager with her hands protecting her face—little good it had done.
Her form was in complete contrast to the bruiser before her. He was nearly seven feet tall and built like the haunches of a dragon—massive and muscular. Though he was all power and no finesse.
“You going to dance on your twinkle toes all day, or are we going to fight?” Bruiser grunted.
“I was considering it,” she bit back.
He laughed gruffly. “Fine. Make it easy for me, Red.”
Bruiser stepped forward, using his limited elemental magic to give him an edge as he rushed toward her. The earth rattled beneath her feet, and she shuffled side to side in an attempt to stay upright. But then he was in front of her, his eyes keen on victory before his fist even shot for her face.
She blocked him with her forearm, taking a bone-crunching amount of pressure. Then she dodged the second blow and used a trickle of air to shove his fist out of the way. She hated being on the defensive, but she’d never seen Bruiser fight before. She always spent the first couple of minutes discovering her opponent’s strengths and weaknesses, assessing the situation to her advantage. Unfortunately, that meant getting punched in the stomach with a giant rock.
All the air gasped out of Kerrigan’s lungs as she was propelled backward into the ropes. She collapsed forward onto her knees, coughing spastically. She spat blood onto the floor. An offering to whatever gods were watching.
Her eyes lifted. Bruiser was smirking, holding his hands up to the crowd as if he’d already won the match. Overconfident, arrogant bastard.
She heaved herself back to her feet and kicked the rock he’d thrown off the edge of the ring. Her bright red mess of hair had come out of its braid with that throw, and now, unruly curls framed her narrow face.
At least her gold headband still held. She had no interest in revealing her short, barely pointed ears.
“You still in it?” Bruiser taunted as he sauntered in her direction. He didn’t even lift his defenses. He didn’t so much as reach for a speck of earth. He was used to using his fists and getting his way. “Poor little thing. I’m going to have to put you to sleep.”
“We’ll see if you can, Bruiser.”
Kerrigan’s eyes blurred at the edges. The fumes from the Wastes—the deplorable underground crime building where she was currently fighting—sure didn’t help matters. The Dragon Ring was on the bottom level and smelled like stale ale and blood and vomit. She preferred it down here to nearly everything up above but, gods, the smell.
It was all the worse because her eyes teared up. Gods, she looked like an amateur.
A small smile cracked her frightened facade.
Sometimes, looking like an amateur worked to her advantage.
Kerrigan jabbed out with her left hand, swirling the sand on the ground into a tight cyclone. She swung it in an arc before throwing it.
Bruiser’s eyes widened in shock. Then he dove out of the way of the maelstrom. Too slow. The sand yanked him off his feet and threw him halfway across the ring. He rolled over his shoulder and came back up in a crouch. His beady eyes assessed her more strategically than when he’d casually tried to beat her face in.
Kerrigan was losing …on purpose.
After nearly a dozen fights, she had learned that no one wanted the fight to end too soon. And no one wanted it to end without