~Aspen's pov~
Olive pushed the stroller down the hall as we were led into a huge building. It was only last night that Rylan taught me that pleasure existed in this world. And he did so without having to f**k me. I haven't been able to shake myself out of it. But this morning, he sent me a letter that said I would be overseeing the blooming of Wyndora's most prized flower. And that shocked me.
How can I, a non dragon, oversee such an important project?
Rylan said it was just something I had to do. And I couldn't argue it. Because I recalled Malek's threat.
We crossed passed a bunch of barbarians training. They clashed with their weapons, hands, heads, and all parts of their bodies. Making me think that every single bit of them could be used as a weapon.
They consisted of mostly larg
