119. A gift

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"My queen."

Josie still couldn't get used to the fact that she was the queen. Every time someone said your Grace or my queen she hesitated before remembering oh yes that was her, she is the queen now she turned around to see Willas smiling over at her

'You are my king after tonight I don't think we need the formalities.' she assured him.

'Well I thought it was worth the introduction.' he told her mysteriously.

'Why what do you have? What are you get? Did you get me a present? A wedding day present that's so sweet ...I didn't get you anything. I feel awful I should go get you something.' Josie told him and he chuckled kissing her. 'I don't know what to get you.' her mind raced, she felt awful already she was already being a terrible wife.


'Nonsense stop it.' he told her 'this isn't for me actually grandmother sent it.'

'She sent it before she died?' Josie questioned softly. 

'I don't know how she managed it but a rider came delivered it this morning.' she looked at the trunk.


'What is it?' Josie questioned

'The note said it was for you.' willas told her

'How about we open together?' Josie suggested so she picked up the chest and put on the table she carefully undid the latches and popped open the top staring back at her she couldn't believe her eyes.

'Is that what I think it is?'


'A dragon egg.' Josie confirmed 'how did your grandmother get a dragon egg?'

'How does my grandmother do anything?' Willas offered 'I don't know I stopped asking about years ago.' he told her and she picked it up. It's sparkled in her hands.

'Do you know how Daenerys got hers to hatch? Does it say in the note? does she know that too?" Josie asked hopefully but willas shook his head handing over the note.

'I know.' Bran told her rolling up behind her.

'Do you know? Of course you know why I'm even surprised you and mama O and you're sneaky magical ways.' Josie teased

'How does one hatch a dragon egg?' Willas questioned


'Through Fire of course.'

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