Elijah
I hated having to bring Ariella back to the castle.
I hated having to let go of her hand, watching her step ahead of me as the castle guards waited for her at the flight field.
I hated this place.
For a place I was told I'd lived and served all my life, I felt nothing for it.
Nothing for the King who called himself my friend, a title he still claimed after he forbade me from touching my own mate, used her like a bargaining chip to keep the obedience of me and my dragon in check.
I had pushed the limits last night, not only taking her out of the barracks, but touching her - I couldn't stop myself. If we were going to get caught and murdered, I'd rather do it sooner rather than later, and I at least know Ariella got to be free and have a taste of real love that she didn't
