Forty
It had been some time since an unannounced visitor had set foot on the private estate in the Isles, but when Crown Prince Christian of Dragons arrived, he did so with his usual effortless charm and his complete disregard for protocol. No banners. No herald. No diplomatic entourage. Just a dragon prince at the front steps, smiling as if he hadn’t just flown in uninvited from across the sea. “It is wonderful to see you again, Lord River,” Christian said warmly, golden eyes bright with that familiar, disarming cheer, too bright for this to be anything as simple as a social call. River descended the front steps to meet him; posture impeccably composed despite the unease coiling in his chest. If Christian had come all this way unannounced, without a single formal letter, the reason was almo
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