FOR THE first time in his life, Draekon felt a certain emotion overwhelm him. One that usually dared not be used as an adjective to describe his emotions.
No, he wasn't 'almost' scared. He was very scared.
"Vaelora...." He whispered, standing from his seat.
Alpha Noir on the other hand, looked between his son and fuming daughter in-law, in worry.
"It's not what you think." Draekon managed to say. For the first time, he was at loss of how to handle a situation.
"Of course, it's not what I think." Vaelora nodded, a bitter smile on her face.
She was oddly calm, and that was what scared Draekon the most.
"All through today, I had struggled with the dumb request I made after.... riding for you." She said, admitting the embarrassing truth. "I asked myself if remaining in this marriage
