Fated to the King of Dragons (book 3 of the APOD SERIES)
Syre scowled, folding his arms, resembling that of a toddler, who was winning an argument.
"Look here uh…"
"Prince Syre," he smirked.
"Whatever," I snapped, "uh, What are you, like twelve?-"
"I'm fourteen," he frowned.
"I think I know more about anything than you could possibly ever try to-"
"Well, then I suppose you know that Female Purebloods are killed at birth, by law they are not allowed to live," he trailed off looking at me, "They are known to be weak."