The days following my confrontation with Draven left me more unsettled than ever.
Unfortunately, the source of my discomfort had very little to do with ancient prophecies, hidden chambers, mysterious necklaces or even dragons speaking inside my mind.
The problem was Draven. Or more specifically, my growing feelings for him.
Every time I caught myself looking forward to our conversations, I reminded myself how this marriage had begun.
My father had traded me away to secure peace and I had arrived at Dragonspire as part of a political agreement.
Nothing about our relationship had started with romance. Yet despite that fact, my thoughts seemed increasingly determined to betray me.
I found myself noticing things I had previously ignored. The way Draven listened carefully before making de
