Talieran persisted relentlessly. His straightforward mind couldn't understand Elena's avoidance, only seeing it as admission and wavering.
The smile on Caelir's face faded. He knew Talieran well—though the dragon was bossy and simple-minded, he usually did whatever Elena wanted and rarely pushed her this hard.
If even Talieran felt so uneasy, even angry... could Elena really be planning to accept new husbands in the future?
That thought made Caelir's stomach drop. He looked at Elena, his red eyes soft but edged with disappointment. He didn't question her like Talieran, but the silence itself was already pressure.
Elena felt irritation surge up. She got why they were freaking out, but being backed into a corner and forced to make promises felt uncomfortable.
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