Waylon
He sat and watched his two half- brothers and three half-sisters go ashen as they saw their now dead mother’s guard being set upon by the old sect for attacking and trying to kill him. It was the way Renata and her sisters had stated it, he knew that brought about fear in them. They’d thought they’d gotten away with it all these centuries, but right here and now what they were watching was bring back to them all the things they’d done to him over the course of him living within that citadel.
He’d already killed their mother and, in a way that not even they could come at him, had a right to do so by dragon law. Patience was key to getting what one wanted, and dragons weren’t known for being patient. No, they used underhanded tactics to get what they wanted and normally by another’s
