The morning after my conversation with Draven's dragon, I could barely focus on anything. Every thought eventually returned to the same impossible questions.
My mother.
The mysterious message hidden inside her necklace and the dragon who recognized her scent and the strange reference to a Queen who had supposedly returned.
By the time breakfast ended, my head ached from thinking but unfortunately, the answers were not coming.
Instead, Elder Thorne arrived.
A servant informed me that the ancient historian had requested a private audience and although I briefly considered refusing, curiosity quickly won the battle.
If anyone in Dragonspire knew something about my mother, it was probably him.
An hour later, I entered a private sitting room overlooking the eastern mountains and Draven w
