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Stanvis’s Story:The Forgotten One

Book takes place before Loves Catalyst



Stanvis stood by the open window, so drunk he could not remember how he had arrived there. Maybe he had flown, he asked his dragon. Did we fly?


Did we fly here?

Here… Where is here?

Are you drunk? 

Yep, that was some good ale.

So we flew?

Don’t care, need sleep, go chatter to someone else.

Okay, so we flew.


You know…


Verity woke suddenly, her heart pounding hard in her chest. What woke me, raising herself up on her elbow she listened for a noise to indicate what had disturbed her. Maybe Rene` had returned, perhaps he had finished sulking. She listened but could not hear his heavy tread on the floorboards or his voice calling her.

“Well, silly me.”

Sighing, she lay back against the pillows and wondered again what had caused her to wake. It wasn’t because she was alone, she was used to that by now. Grumpily, she turned over and thumped her pillow, muttering to herself. “Silly old dragon, wishing for the impossible. At my age, I should know better.”

Her dragon quietly told her. Son here.

Verity sat up and reached for her dressing gown asking. Which one dear?

Sad one.     

Dear, that could be any one of them, at any time. I will need a name. She slipped on her slippers as she smoothed her hair into order. Her dragon sheepishly replied. I am sorry, it is Stanvis.

Stanvis, I wonder why he is here.

Boy remembers, needs Mama.

Oh dear.

Verity hurried to the lounge where she found an intoxicated Stanvis, swaying where he stood by the open French doors. “Stanvis, my son, what are you doing here?”

“Mama, where are you?”

Verity rushed to him and drew him a little away from the balcony. “I am here Stanvis, what is wrong?”

“Mama, I can’t see. I’m blind.”

Stanvis hiccupped and leaned a little on Verity as tears leaked from beneath his closed eyes. “I don’t want to be blind.”

“Oh, my son.” Verity tried not to laugh as Stanvis’s head landed on her shoulder. “Open your eyes, dear. You are not blind.”

“Mama, I think I am.”

“Darling, open your eyes.”

“Are they closed, is that why I am blind?”

“Stanvis dear, are you opening them?”

“I can’t remember how.”

Verity looked behind him and saw Reighn entering the lounge. He looked worried, but before she could ask him what was wrong. He said. “Stan what…”

“Reighn I’m blind.” Stanvis told him as he swung out of Verity’s hold. “Blind me… Stan.” He hit his chest or tried to as he stated again. “Blind!”

Reighn sighed with exasperation at the fool. “You are drunk, your eyes are shut. Open your eyes, idiot.”

He then grabbed his brother as he listed to the right. He looked at his mother over Stanvis shoulder and told her. “Mama, this is not the first time.”

Verity nodded as she said. “My dragon said he is sad, that his memories are hurting him.”

“He has no memories.”

“Reighn darling, I think something has triggered them to return.”

“Impossible Mama. Papa has them.”

Verity shrugged, then said. “Let’s wait to discuss this.”

Reighn grunted as Sage entered and ran to where he stood with Stanvis. She placed her hand on Stanvis’s cheek and murmured. “Oh sweetie, what have you done to yourself?”

Stanvis turned his face to Sage and smiled. “Sage, is that you?”

Sage grinned and softly told him. “Yes sweetie, it’s me.”

Pitifully, he told her. “Sage, I’m blind.”

She almost laughed at the exasperated expression on Reighn’s face, and could not help but hear Verity’s quickly smothered laughter. She swallowed her own and said. “Hush, sweetie, come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Stanvis growled, then hiccupped and said. “Oh Sage darlin’, Reighn won’t like that.”

Reighn was the one growling now, as Verity burst out laughing. In between giggles, Sage told him. “Sweetie, I meant to your bed alone.”

“Oh yeah, good idea.” With those words, he passed out and a hearty snore escaped him.

Reighn hefted him onto his shoulder as Verity said. “Put him in the guest room.”

Sage reminded him. “Gently, my love, remember he is your brother and drunk.”

His only reply was a grunt. She hoped Stanvis didn’t wake with any more bruises than he already had.

Ten minutes later, the three of them sat around the table in Verity’s kitchen. Sage hid a yawn behind her cup of hot chocolate as she stared between mother and son.

Verity studied her son over her cup as Reighn glared at the wall. He hadn’t said a word since coming back into the room.  Finally, she said. “We could call your father.”

“No, Mama, he needs time. We can deal with this.”

“Alright my son. So what do we do?”

Reighn sighed deeply and said. “I already did it.”

 “What did you do?”

“I sent him to Uncle Patrycc.”


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