"Are you not even going to speak to me now?" Seraphina said with a pout on her face as she sat behind Drystan's neck while he flew her back to the palace.
There was no answer from him, not even a look.
Seraphina rolled her eyes.
"This isn't fair." She muttered, "if anything, I'm the one who should be mad at you for not warning me that the rebels hated me."
Drystan turned his head slightly and she find him glaring at her with his large violet orbs.
She groaned, "oh, come on! At least tell me what did I do wrong." She muttered to herself.
However, at that moment, the palace grew closer as Drystan banked around the fountain in the centre of the capital before he flew straight towards a balcony that Seraphina had never seen before.
As they approached the palace, the details of the wing
