Ricon
“Two more, Ricon.” I lift the bar carrying almost twice my weight ten more times before I allow Zenon, my younger brother, to take the weight bar from me. He sets it down while I wipe my face and naked chest with a towel. It’s not a real workout unless you soak yourself in sweat. “Here.”
I take the bottled water from Zenon and drink the whole thing in one. “Thanks. You know,” I climb off the bench and stand in front of him. “You don’t have to babysit me, Zen.”
“I’m not babysitting you, Ricon; I’m worried about you. We all are.”
I roll my neck and relish the pop.
Zenon is many years younger than I am but hundreds of years older than Levi. I, Prince Ricon Xale Lightborne, future King of Dragons, am the first-born son of Xale and Xilyia, or Lia, as everyone calls Mum. I am eight th
