The Royal Prince’s Destined Bride
Ignatius, however, yelped in pain, his wing singed by the power.
The King laughed. “Not so brave without your flying lizard, huh? Why don’t you come down here and fight me face-to-face like a real man?”
From across the courtyard, Mila buried her head in her hands. Although I could not bear to see my wife in such pain, I knew what I had to do.
I slid off Ignatius’ back, allowing the dragon to retreat and look after his injured wing. Now it was just me and the King, one of us fueled by his hatred for his kingdom, the other fueled by his love for his kingdom.