CHAPTER SIXThe general was striding along the hallways of the Bucansian royal palace when he heard Milorth roar out in the forest. He stopped, recognising the bone-shaking sound from the last flying battle between the dragon and Sinnafain. The general had been waiting for something like this to happen. In the last week, Milorth and Sinnafain had threatened each other five times.
The general ran to look out a window. What he saw made him wish the Phoenix Princess were here.
Milorth was in his full dragon form and Sinnafain was clamped onto his neck, sword swinging towards the dragon’s eye. The other fae were standing around, shouting and clapping encouragement at the battling duo. They were also laughing, shaking hands and seemingly passing coins between one another.
Milorth started brea
