For Queen And Country 5. The Dragon Prince

Book 5 of the For Queen And Country series.

Read book 1 first. It’s free.

Saardam is again in the hands of Saarlanders, but now Johanna, Roald and their people have to deal with the reason that everyone has been trying to get control over the port city: the eastern traders and their mysterious ship made of metal.
the eastern trader Li Han has come to Saardam for one reason: to establish a base for their son, Li Fai, to work from. What they want to sell and why is unclear. Do they trade dragon magic or are they selling the iron ships that need no sails?
And how much do they understand of the tensions in the low lands? Because the Baron isn’t happy that the port city is once again in the hands of the royal family he wanted to replace. He’s not the only one who wants the iron ships, and not the only one prepared to go to war for them.


A snippet from the book:

The presence of the king was only indicated by the two palace guards who stood in front of the reed beds, while a group of courtiers hovered around a table that evidently contained Roald’s morning tea in which he took little interest, as usual. Johanna had told them repeatedly not to bother, but they insisted that the king “had to eat well” and was “much too thin”. Yes to both accounts, but trying to get Roald to do it was an effort that was best spent at the dinner table.

Johanna went to the table and took a cake from the plate held out to her by the courtier.

She was just about to join Father whom she spotted on another bench when there was a shout from the reeds, the tone of the voice distressed.

The guards looked at each other and frowned. Johanna looked at Father. The courtiers gasped.

“Was that His Majesty?”

The guards had already taken off into the reed bed.

Johanna called out, “Roald. What’s going on?”

He would not answer that of course. He never did.

Johanna ploughed into the reeds after the guards. There was a narrow path where Roald usually walked. The ground was pretty soggy here and she had to step carefully from one patch of flattened reeds to the next so her shoes didn’t sink into the mud. Her dress snagged on sticks that had washed up during the flood.

“Roald!” she called.

Something went, “Eeeeh! Eeeeeh!” in the reeds.

That sounded like his voice.


A courtier caught up with her. The man ran past her through the reed bed with a splosh-splosh-splosh and disappeared into the greenery in the direction of the river.
There was another shout, this time from one of the guards at the front.

Johanna hesitated. The ground got very wet here. More mud and puddle than dry land, really.

She kicked off her shoes off and continued clumsily. The reeds were hard to walk on with her soft feet. The water was cold and the mud squished—eeew–between her toes.

The hem of her dress got wet. She could see glimpses of the courtier’s back between the reeds. He was heaving something heavy.

By the Triune, Roald was all right, was he?

But his voice was still going, “Eeeeh! Eeeeeh!”

He did that when he was distressed. He would be swaying, his eyes wide. She had to get to him quickly, to comfort him.

The courtier blocked her path. “No, Your Majesty. You shouldn’t see this in your condition.”


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