"I need to travel for research," Abel said, holding Edna in his arms. He had obliged her, and they had spent the night together. Sometimes Abel found it difficult to sleep with her whenever he remembered how old she was. But he knew power and security didn't come cheap. If having those things meant he had to sleep with a one hundred and eighty-year-old dragon, then so be it. It was still more bearable than sleeping with ancient Magdalena.
When Magdalena told him what she wanted, he was somehow relieved that she didn't request he become her bedmate.
"Why?" Edna asked, pulling herself away to look at his eyes.
"I can not research what we need to be battle-ready against a god here," he explained.
"I see.." She said with understanding.
Abel always believed his lies before telling them to
