Dean’s POV:
Everything just feels so, f*****g empty.
I look down at Amber’s figure lying down in her bed. She is breathing deeply and her eyes haven’t opened in almost two days. Her every wound and blister has healed, leaving her behind with not a single blemish or scar. I am so happy that she has healed quickly, but…
A tear drops down my cheek as I move closer and take her hand in mine. The tingles are still there, but they are dull. How did she heal so fast without her dragon? That same pain fills my chest. The whole kingdom felt it that day. Every soul fell to their knees and every face filled with wide-eyed and loud roars of sorrow at the loss felt. The Princess Dragon was no longer. The Gold Dragon was no longer. I bring her delicate hand to my mouth and kiss its smooth skin. My
