Demetria could not sleep. The thoughts of her soon demise were invading her mind, and the girl was shifting in her bed. It was clear her father would kill her as soon as he discovered her dragon's actual color. He will kill her on the spot as she is a threat to him. ~ Maybe he doesn't know. ~ Elema tried to cheer her up, but the girl only shook her head and laughed coldly.
- Cassius knew the moment he saw me. How could his brother be oblivious to such a fact? I am starting to think my uncle and mother were right, more than right, actually. What was I thinking? Without proper training, we are no match for the Dragon King. We can be white as snow, but he has years of experience.
~ That is a bit insulting. ~ Elena spoke dryly.
- That is the truth. - Demetria replied, sitting on her bed.
