Daela watches Amendiel leave the feast, her brows tight with unease as the dragon king chases after Faelyn who had just excused herself moments ago.
Amendiel is brooding, terrifying… How can such a cruel dragon make Faelyn happy? Daela thinks sourly; at least Drakar is kind, considerate, and… she held her thoughts from proceeding before they could betray her further.
How did Drakar end up in her thoughts yet again?!
It feels as though her entire mind has been claimed by the dragon; Drakar keeps revolving at the center of it all, his presence as inescapable.
'I can't even get his name off my lips each time I speak!' Daela thinks, shuddering inwardly with growing alarm as Faelyn's earlier words probe her mind like thorns.
'Do you love him by any chance?'
What if it's true?
Impossible.
Wouldn't she know if she were in love?
