Semua Bab Falling for my dragon tamer : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Where is Ingrid?” My mama flinches hard,I have to grab her shoulders to steady her and she clutches my hands in hers very tight,digging her nails into my skin. She definitely does not realise she's doing it,because she smiles shakily at me,and opens her mouth to lie.“In her room. She wanted to be alone for a while. I'm sure she'll come out to see you once she feels better.”I narrow my eyes and stare my mama down till she looks away.“What's happening,mama?”“Nothing unusual,my dear. You should eat. Come on,Anya, let me feed you.”She stands and holds her hand out for me to take. I ignore it and remain seated.She huffs “Your papa-”“Fine. I'll ask him myself.”I dash for my papa's office before my mama can stop me. As I burst into the office without knocking I realise too late that I've made a mistake. “Why have you forbidden-” I pause and notice my sister's wide eyed panicked eyes on me,my papa's furious gaze on me,a man who I recognise as the head of the house of Arkael,sitting o

I have avoided my sister since I realised that there was nothing I could do to help her.And that is why I freeze like a deer caught in headlights when I bump into her as I make my way back into the house after my ‘business’ in the forest. “Ingrid!”My sister raises a brow,looking at me like she knows exactly what I've been doing.It's been two days since the Arkael's came here,I'm not looking forward to their return. “Don't Ingrid me. You've been ignoring me.”I make an innocent face“I have? Why would I? I've just been busy.”She scoffs like she knows I'm lying. But the look in her eyes makes me frown.“What's wrong Ingrid?”She bites her lips,looking nervous. “”The Arkael's are here. An- and they're not asking for me,Anya.”I start to smile,but I pause when I see the tears in Ingrid’s eyes.“That's good news,Ingrid. You don't have to marry Marek. Unless…you love him?”She snorts an abrupt laugh,a tear falling from her eyes.“I don't love him. They- they want you. They want you t

Corven has been coming over for a month now. He comes every day. Sometimes earlier than others but always after breakfast as my papa told him. We don't talk to each other. We just exist in each other's space.Today,he's late,again. Today I chose the library. I choose the place we spend time together and the servants direct him there when he arrives. When I hear the rumble of his monstrosity of a bike,I know he's here.I keep reading unbothered when I hear him enter the library.“Anya.”“Corven.”I'm sitting on the couch in the library and he sits opposite me. He squirms,picks up a book,drops it after a few seconds. Takes his phone out of his pocket,scrolls through,sighs loudly and ruffles his hair aggressively. “Will you be still? If you don't want to be here,you can leave.”He casts me a cursory glance and goes back to distracting me.I huff and he looks at me again. The he tips his chin towards the book I'm reading . “What is that?”“A book.”He doesn't look amused“I mean what bo

Immediately,Corven pushes me behind him and I allow him to. I may have a fire breathing wrym in me,but I can't fight for shit.There's about twenty masked fighters in black cloth on every inch of their skin. They have masks on their faces that makes them unidentifiable and there's not no symbol on their weapons or their outfit. “Go and hide. Now.” I hesitate a moment and he hisses over his his shoulder “Now.”I quickly stumble away to stand in front of what looks like a cave,and watch with rocks in my stomach. Corven tightens his grip on the double edged sword his soldiers fought with and adjusts his stance.Corven is an amazing fighter and has earned himself a reputation in all of veltrith Dominion for being ruthless and skilled in battle. But as I watch the soldiers attack,I'm not sure he'll survive. The mysterious a fast. Very fast,they're movements are a blur. They move in sync,sending blows successively,wearing Corven out rapidly. Of course,Corven fights back and cuts them too,

The words were echoing in Anya's mind like thunder contained and confined behind her eyes.Your parents? They're not your parents.The silence was thicker than a mountain now. Corven was standing across from her, no longer sneering, no longer provoking—just looking at her, cautiously. Waiting for her to explode. And gods, she was close."What do you mean?" Her voice was stiff, cracking. "What did you just say?"He didn’t flinch. “I said your parents aren’t your biological parents. Your existence was hidden. Forged. Covered in veils, remember? Lir’Zhal said it. And now. I’ve seen the proof.”Anya’s heart beat so loudly it hurt. “Show me.”Corven reached into the inner lining of his black coat and withdrew a thin, weathered scroll bound by a seal of melted obsidian—emblazoned with a symbol Anya didn’t recognize. He handed it over.She hesitated, and then broke the seal.The parchment trembled in her hand as if it remembered something it didn't want to. In beautiful, ancient writing was