Bishop Duke thought so, the hand holding his scepter tightening slightly, but looking at the Black Dragon's attachment and dependence on Jasmine, as well as Jasmine's meticulous and gentle care for the Black Dragon, it was clear that she considered this dragon as family rather than a tool.
Bishop Duke was a worldly man; he did not think he could easily demand the Black Dragon from her hands with just a few empty words.
Everyone understood just how precious a living, breathing giant dragon was, especially one with the formidable strength to defeat an entire flock of Gryphons; it was an invaluable treasure coveted by any faction.
"Not yet." Jasmine blanked out, her eyes flashing with surprise, clearly not expecting Bishop Duke to bring up this sensitive matter so soon, right before she left.
