I’m waiting for the day when Everett tells me to submit to him. If he did, he’d probably be surprised at how willingly I would do it. But he hasn’t yet, although he gets closer every time he takes control. My kind, gentle mate was made for me. Underneath that sweet, healing nature is a man who likes to be in control, but he would never be the type who would abuse the power that comes with claiming a dragon, unlike Tarathiel.
When Everett left me this morning, going back to his room, I called Zephyr, letting her know I wanted her assistance this morning. I have no problem taking down several elves, but if King Almon shows up with several elvish warriors trying to hold me down, so his son can claim me, I wouldn’t be able to fight them all.
I walk out of the main hall to the courtyard, hear
