“The Princess wants to see you, Your Highness,” Melvis answered nonchalantly, “I escorted her.”
Lyria could not tell beyond Arkan's icy blue eyes. His piercing gaze was so sharp that Lyria almost flinched. His draconic face was hidden by darkness, making it harder to acknowledge whether he was pleased or rather, annoyed by Lyria's sudden visit. Or perhaps, he did not care at all.
Arkan stepped into the light only slightly that Lyria could see his face but not the rest of his body at that moment. He sniffed the air.
"Are you still bleeding?" he asked suddenly.
Lyria was astounded that Arkan could smell her blood. She had forgotten that Arkan was a full dragon, a being with an immense sense of smell and sight. As Lyria stumbled to find a way on how to explain her lady cycle, Arkan thu
