Far away from Elyandria, in a frost ridden kingdom, her dragon king sat in his personal official chambers, nursing a glass of hard liquor, staring out of the open window beside his desk, almost as if trying to look all the way to where his queen was at the moment.
The night had fallen already and the room was dimly lit by the same candles that Seraphina had brought for him when she felt that his office needed a little homely feel to it.
The fragrance of lavender and lemon verbana tickled his senses as he let out another sigh, realizing that he wouldn't be able to rest properly until he didn't see her again. The bags under his eyes were a testimony of the fact that he hadn't been able to sleep a wink since the day she left.
Drystan didn't realize when he had begun to let her into his
