*Ember*
With my hand over my still-flat belly, I walked the grounds of the castle a few days later, careful to steer clear of the caves. I thought one attack might be enough for all of us for a while.
I passed some lovely gardens, but was more drawn to the sounds of scuffling in the castle courtyard. Walking as quietly as I could, I peeked around an arched doorway to see what was going on.
In the courtyard, my dark prince Kieran was fighting shirtless with the odious Norse god Zephyr. I wondered, briefly, if I should go intervene, then realized they were sparring.
They circled each other, which was a shame, because really I only wanted to see Kieran. Zephyr's tall form kept getting in the way.
When Zephyr wasn't in the way, I managed to catch glimpses of the intricate red dragon tatto
