CUTLERIES clanked against plates as the nobles got busy having their fill that night. It had been a very eventful and tiring day, and everyone definitely wanted to just eat and rest in the various chambers.
But that wasn't Nysera's plan. She wanted to spend her night slightly differently.
"I was meaning to ask..." She began. She had sat just next to Draekon, and it left a bitter feeling in Vaelora's mind the entire dinner.
"What is it, Nysera?" Draekon asked, and she adjusted a bit.
"I was wondering if it would be okay by you, for me to see him." Her voice went an octave lower towards the end of her request.
"Who?" He asked, while Vaelora simply watched in silence.
"The Golden Dragon. Your dra..." She trailed off. There was a brief moment of silence. "Don't mind me." She quickly ru
