***Surio’s POV***
There was no way another creature but our Sundara could wake Drixx, and even Wolf was having trouble denying it. He curled around her shoulders like a shawl, his wings draped around her happily, and she found that he weighed almost nothing. "Isiandor shant be pleased." She joked.
"Many young women have tried to wake him, hoping to prove they were the lost princess." I told her.
She wore the little dragon like a garment and we returned inside for lunch, and to get better acquainted.
We tried not to bombard her with questions, but eagerly listened whenever she spoke. We told her much about us, and joked, and told stories. A moment of quiet passed as we ate our lunch, and finally Wolf asked a question she knew would be difficult. “Your Majesty,” she paused, “what happe
