Damon looked at the sky.
He wouldn't notice a dragon coming and going in his palace, not normally. Dragons were creatures of stealth when they wanted to be. But if he took special care to see...
He would surely notice something.
The sharp blur of something ascending to the sky, for example. A flash of green against the late morning light. A disturbance in the air that rippled outward like a stone dropped into still water.
He saw it.
And his heart grew worried.
Of course he wanted to allow Bessa to choose. That had been the entire point of this morning. The clothes, the hair… He'd told her, with all the sincerity he could muster, that he would support her no matter what. And he'd meant it.
But from the deepest part of his heart...
He wished her to choose him.
