Siamyo looks at the dragon. “That’s a lot of pressure. Poor wyrmling. Let’s go Gulnuar.” The dragon huffs and rests on her shoulder as they walk into the capital.
Marin frowns and rubs Eric’s back when he admits the reason he didn’t want to wear jewelry. She blushes hard when Damocles says that Eric is marrying her. “What-? When-? How-?” She sits down, feeling lightheaded.