MILAN
“Dear Gods,” a voice said quite loudly from behind as I helped Marietta down from my father’s dragon and I glanced over my shoulder to see Ragnar walking up to us with surprise written all over his face. “This is… Wow!”
I threw my arm around Marietta and she smiled up at me as she wrapped her arms around me. “That was fun,” she muttered and I couldn’t help but love the way she looked fondly at me. She had flown back to the empire on Bramford by herself and even though I had been lonely on the ride back, I was sort of proud of her.
We had stopped several times during the journey because Bramford had needed lots to eat and drink and had also needed a lot of rest. I still didn’t know how he had survived for months without eating and drinking and Crista had said that he might have bee
