The Price Of Fate
Ronan saw her and only stared as if the night itself had split open to show him the truth of me, and he wanted nothing but to stay.
The dragon dipped lower, the great luminous curve of her neck graceful as moonlit water. Then she spoke.
“I am Seraphina of House Viremont, born of the hidden flame and the phantom blood. I am the dragon beneath your skin, the wing in your soul, and the fire that answers only to you,” Seraphina said.
The words rang through the meadow. Not loudly. Grandly. Ancient and beautiful and certain enough that even the weakened illusion of the barrier seemed to hush around them.
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