Chapter Seven

“Well now, who is this beauty who seems to have captured my son’s attentions?” a commanding voice spoke for the doorway. I turned and saw a very tall strong man in the doorway. His hair was salt and pepper and hung around his shoulders in a nice wave. His face was stern but well-defined and aristocratic. He looked formidable but also extremely handsome. The epitome of a silver fox. His eyes were a deep blue, like the night sky and he carried himself like a man in charge, fitting as he was the king after all.

“Father. I would like you to meet Kara Ravenfield or Yarrow. Kara, this is my father Callan Horne, King of the dragons.” I stood up and looked up at the king, giving a respectful bow before holding my hand for him to shake and gripping it firmly while doing so. He looked me up and down, giving me an assessing look before he nodded once and smiled brightly.