“Welcome back, Lord Arkan,” Anthony greeted the dragon, who had just woken up from his slumber. The three of them were in the throne room. Arkan’s huge body was slumped on the throne. Cecil and Anthony stood a few respected paces away.
“Stop it, Anthony,” Arkan hissed.
“Why did you tell her your name is Arkan?” asked Cecil.
“Because it is.”
“It’s not the name people usually call you,” the cat argued.
Arkan released a heavy sigh. “I visited her once in the past,” Arkan said in a defeated voice, “She might have remembered that name.”
“That was twelve years ago, you both were still children!” said Anthony in disbelief.
“Well, I remember her.”
Anthony sighed. He knew he could not win against this stubborn dragon. Arkan was only ten years old when he visited the Kingdom of Tollyria. T
