Ludo
I walked down the long corridor of our ruined castle. It wasn’t really ours, it had been an enemies once upon a time ago. But ever since Father’s fall from power, we’ve had to find hiding place after hiding place. It was cold and damp and smelled of musk and mildew. It was disgusting really and I hated living in this shithole for the past ten years. Father insisted that his son would return one day to our homeland and though it may have taken over twenty years, it did happen.
“Did you see him?” Father mind linked me as I stepped through the doors to his chamber.
He laid curled in his dragon form beside a roaring fire. He hated to be in his human form. He felt it confining and uncomfortable; so he preferred to spend his time in the castle as dragon.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Is it my
