HER EYES were on the book, but her mind was far away. She looked out through the window, and dusk was already falling.
Since Draekon had left that morning, he was yet to return. It was only after he left that it registered in her mind that there was a rogue attack. She was bothered, hoping no one had gotten injured or hurt in anyway.
As her thoughts continued to wander, she imagined what her conversation with Draekon was going to be like, when he returned. He had sounded so tender that morning, and...
Just then, the door to their chambers opened, and Draekon walked in.
Vaelora gazed up immediately, her heart beating in uncertainty. He just stood by the door, observing her quietly.
"You're back." She finally whispered, before hopping down the bed and making her way to him. She stopped
