DRAEKON stepped out of his chambers, the chill of the morning sweeping past him as his thoughts dragged him back to the night before. He had laid beside Vaelora the entire night, unable to touch her. To hold her like he had craved these past couple of days.
Her mention of the dark-skinned woman with silver hair. It had caught him entirely off guard.
Vaelora had never been to Ignarion. She had never seen Nysera. And even when the Dragonborns had visited for the peace treaty months ago, Nysera hadn't come with them.
So how could she know…?
"Good morning, Veylor."
His thoughts were interrupted as the sentinels standing at the corridor’s end gave their greetings.
Draekon nodded, forcing his mind back to the present.
He remembered he was supposed to have a brief check-in with Zayn, p
