Rise of the Phoenix
Even in the deathly quiet of the dining hall, her footsteps are so light that I can't hear them.
“You don’t seem surprised,” she says when she reaches me.
“You haven’t been here very long, but gossip spreads like wildfire around here,” I tell her.
“So, it’s not because I’m your mate that you’re not surprised?”
“How much do you know about dragons, Princess?” I ask her.
“I’ve read every book that every elf has ever written about dragons, Elio. I know more about them than most elves. I’d make an exception for King Yhendorn and Princess Merethyl,” she says.
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