Disaster.
That was all Ophelia could describe the city of Dragary as. As beautiful as the city looked from outside, it was just as awful inside its walls.
Homeless men and women begged in the corners of the streets while the rich roamed freely in their carts drawn by well-bred horses. Every once in a while, a soldier would be seen dragging rows upon rows of human slaves, bound and bloodied, towards whatever business required their assistance.
"This is horrible." Jenna mumbled in their heads as she firmly held Rowan's hand.
"Tell me about it." Rowan whispered from where he was walking between the two girls. He didn't care much for Jenna's hand holdin his own, but Ophelia's tender grip was making his heart somersault in his chest. He couldn't help the way his body was reacting to his pr
