VAELORA sat at the end of the table, staring daggers at Draekon as he ate his breakfast.
It was Lady Reina Jaafar's last day in the House of Veylor, and Draekon had somehow managed to avoid Reina throughout her stay.
Vaelora had thought of bringing up the issue at the next parliamentary meeting, which happened to be today. Sadly.
When Reina was already leaving.
To an extent, Vaelora felt sorry for the poor girl, who had come to the royal House with hopes of seeing Draekon regularly, but had only managed to see him just twice.
At dinner the other day, and currently as they had breakfast.
It was so obvious that Reina's spirit had dampened, because she wasn't desperately trying to strike a conversation with Draekon, like she had done the other night.
Her unending talks about Draekon
