Bessa felt her breath get stolen away the moment the earth fell out from under her feet.
She felt her body wrapped in a gentle cocoon of invisible energy, the way it had always been when she rode at the back of Jenggala's dragon form.
The mana wrapped around her, warm and steadying, the magical equivalent of a very expensive blanket that also prevented your internal organs from becoming external thanks to the pressure.
But today, the man didn't fully transform into his beast form.
Today, he was holding her by the waist as they flew to the sky. Like she was a princess in a storybook.
Ah. The Dragon had kidnapped the Princess… with the help of the strongest Knight on the White Horse, the Emperor himself.
At the altitude of his desire, he spread his wings.
