MARIETTA
Dinner had finally ended after going on for what felt like forever and I had been nervous for most of it because the Emperor had talked to me. He hadn’t said much - he had only welcomed me to the Dragon Empire - but that had been more than enough to rattle me and make me eat only a little amount of food. I had also been thinking of what he called me… His dragon whisperer. It made me sound like I was his property and the fact that he was the Emperor didn’t stop me from not liking that at all.
It seemed like Milan also felt the same way because after his father said that, he became moody. I mean, he had been a little bit moody before but after he heard that, he became moodier. I had wanted to ask him if we could go have dinner in his room again but the Emperor had stared at me for
