The booming sound of his wings flapping echoed all around them as Seraphina sat on Drystan's back, dressed in fighting leathers of the Frost Kingdom with her hair braided away from her face.
Flanking their king, were Rosette and Emyr, the two platinum dragons behind the obsidian dragon king.
Seraphina was reminded of the first time she had entered this kingdom in a similar formation, thinking that this would be the end for it but instead, it turned out to be the very beginning she needed in order to find herself again.
"What are you thinking about, love?" Drystan asked her with a concerned lilt to his words as he turned his giant head to look at her through the corner of his violet eye.
Seraphina chuckled, knowing that he would always be worried about her falling off again whenever
