Drakania
“Drakania, what a sight for sore eyes,” greeted Necros warmly when we reached the gate. He had this smirk on his face like he was expecting me, though whether or not he knew I would come I will leave that mystery to Alcyone. His tossed black hair was more messy than usual, perhaps from all the excitement last night.
“Necros, it’s so good to see you,” I said, wrapping him in an embrace. I missed my Uncle, even if he did so often offer unsolicited advice. Necros taught me most of everything I know, from my skills as a rogue to blood magic.
He glanced over my shoulder at Gideon and scowled at him. “What are you doing here, wolf?”
“Now Uncle, this is Gideon. He is a member of my harem, and he is to be treated with kindness and respect,” I corrected him. Necros wou
