The Golden Prince and his Witch, Book 2
I feel frustrated.
I can’t see their face, just an empty hooded figure. My patience is getting thin, I want to get back to my mate. This is ridiculous, they can’t keep me here, can they? The hooded figure I would say walks towards me but it's more like it floats towards me. I stand my ground. I have had enough. I demand to be sent back, I feel myself speaking out loud. The hooded figure reaches up to reveal what I can only describe as a stunning mix between angel and dragon.
“Hello, Emerald, I am Bahamut, my sister and I rule over our Dragon children” I look at this stunning female with her white hair, bright blue eyes and what looks like jeweled scales on her face.
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