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Will they break the maid... or kill the man? What will it do to us all when they finally discover the truth about who I truly am?
If cocky dragon shifters,steamy scenes, and snarky heroines who refuse to choose anything less than ALL their heart's desires offend...then back away. Otherwise, scroll up and dive into the adventure alongside Honor.
Forbidden Honor Copyright © 2021 by May Dawson
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CHAPTER 1
Honor
In my world, dragon shifters rule. Dragon shifters are always Royals. They’re always male. And they’re always assholes.
I have to obey if I want to survive.
But I don’t have to like it, and I don’t have to likethem.
It was lunch time, and I was thinking about just how much I disdained the royals as I watched them from the balcony of Prince Jaik’s room. I’d been cleaning his room when the noon bell tolled, and I hadn’t hesitated to dump his dirty laundry in a pile by the door and head outside.
Red strands lashed my face until I raked them back into a ponytail, tying them with a leather thong from around my wrist. I needed that breeze after being up-close-and personal with the prince’s laundry.
Prince Jaik was sword-fighting with one of the young dukes, Arren. Arren moved impossibly fast for a man so tall and muscled, his dark hair pulled taut from his chiseled features. Jaik’s gorgeous cheekbones, wavy dark hair and tall posture in his dark uniform made him look impeccable.
But I knew better. The man’s armpits stunk like any other’s when he was done with a day of training.
That was what he—and the other dragon royals—were up to at the moment. The rest of the shifters at the academy had already melted away to lunch, but the five of them continued to banter and fight. Their swords rang against each other’s, their muscles rippling and flexing under tanned skin. They seemed to coordinate without ever saying a word, two of them attacking the other three, moving in fluid tandem.
They should stay shirtless like that forever.
And not just because it was easier on the laundry.
“Honor.” My friend, Calla, leaned across the opposite balcony, waving to catch my attention. “How did I know you’d be watching them?”
“I wish we could train too,” I said, before she could accuse me of having too much fun watching them.
I could enjoy the sight of the pretty men even if I didn’t have any respect for them. Not that they needed my respect; they had the adoration of an entire nation, because they stood between us and the Scourge.
“I know, I know. Come over here, I’ve got cake.”
I threw my sandwich back into my bag and tossed it over my shoulder, just as Calla hurriedly said, “Use thedoor,Honor. The hallway is your friend.”
I grinned back at her as I backed up and ran toward the balcony ledge. Calla backed up, shaking her head, until her back pressed the stone exterior of the building.
I jumped, got my balance on the edge of the railing, and leapt easily from one side to the other. In a second, I was beside Calla.
She sighed. “You scare me.”
“You’re still afraid of heights.”
She leaned over the railing, taking in the training yard far, far below. She was silhouetted against the shimmering lake and the blue outline of the mountains in the distance. “You don’t have to be afraid of heights to know that jumping balconies is a bad idea if you want to live until our first Shifting Moon.”
