Opal
He looked different when he was asleep. Less worn, less ragged . Younger some how. Like the Wren I had fallen in love with all those years ago . Back when castles were fashionable and women like me were slaves to the local dragon masters.
Well not women like me, as far as I knew I was aware I was the only person, man or woman who was like me.
But women like I used to be.
Human.
I had never wanted to be a dragon. I hadn’t been exactly happy as a human woman either until I had met Wren.
Hell I just wasn’t a very happy person.
But the happiest time in my life, the one time I had been truly content was the few years I had spent with Wren. I had chased it in the centuries that followed. Chased it and missed miserably every single time.
“Are you staring at me?”
I blinked in th
