Scarlett’s POV:
I watched the play in utter silence, my hands clenching into tight fists in my lap. I watched as the dragons and wolves played out their scripted battle, the wolf actors in shining armor, their movements heroic and noble, while the dragons were made to look monstrous, using backhanded tactics and cheap tricks.
The dragon's skin was a sickly green, and their roars were a distorted, menacing sound. Only for the dying wolf to get up, a final surge of strength coursing through his body, and with one last breath, s***h down the dragon that was made to look evil. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers a deafening sound that felt like a knife twisting in my heart. I knew who the dragon represented. It was my father… well, my adopted father and Sebastian’s blood father, Elsp
