Betty POV
The meal was over and time to return to our room, with all the well-wishes and people coming over to us and bowing or hugging or shaking hands. It took over an hour to get out of the dining hall. Not once did Enzo’s mother and minions come near us. I felt hate pouring off of them but from a distance. The king never left our side, introducing me to each person of notoriety. When it was someone of import, he would give his name and title or position in a flight. I learned there were over one hundred flights. I had no idea what a flight really was. The books I read never went into deep details.
They had eighty different warrior groups, each called a name and was a flight. Each group or flight had up to one hundred men in it. There are a lot of dragons. Then, on top of those eight
