Who knew he'd underestimated the appetite of dragons?
Had they been starving for centuries? Or was the food he made actually good?
Riley had no clue. Mostly because the cook didn't even get to taste his own work.
The moment he mentioned the food count was off, Orien's curiosity practically lit the room on fire.
"You're telling me you lost it? Before you even got here?" the dragon boy snapped, his golden eyes narrowing like he'd just caught a servant stealing.
"Excuse me, my lord," Riley huffed. "I didn't lose it. I was stopped by a toll man named Lord Kael Dravaryn, who insisted on inspecting the goods for poison. So yes, technically, I passed customs."
"What does that even mean?!"
