ora
my exit from the royal transport,
awyer family's livery stepp
looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my plain
and shimmering scales of dragon-kin nobil
e one," I ans
ust enough for those nearby to hear. "This is a Sawy
uests. I was the evening's entertainment: the little D
y when a cold voice
is wi
ell comple
alcove where Alaric sat upon a high-
ing the royal signet ring on his thumb. Hi
white. He stared at me,
uld the Dragon King inter
ng for the steward's mockery. His sudden protec
rd would be a deadly insult to the crown. Accepting his shadow,
use this un
al Drake Guards approached the stewa
of his lips, I cou
l Guard wears bl
ealth, had been mistaken for a unifo
I gave the terrified steward a small,
erfect vantage point to see the whole ro
cent of a Dragon-born. His smelled of cedar and c
m to expect it. A strange, silent
schmoozing with a few minor Dragon Lords, while Cassia cl
broidered with gaudy dragon-flame patterns. It was a despe
en of noble dragon lineage. A Dragonless woman like Cassia wearing one was a violation
d always looked down on my declining family, w
ished! And Miss Cassia is so lovely.
As for the match, that still depends
e crowd with contempt, searching for me, hopin
sitting right there,
r. The charity aucti
e. The liquid glowed like a ruby
the smug, happy faces of the
last moment
name Sawyer will be the b
cold, intense gaze fro
the glass to my lips and dr
ire down my throat, igniting
s, and began to walk towa
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