The dragon clan was once again in an uproar.
Word spread fast, and in true draconic fashion, the first thing a few of them did was talk rather than think.
Funny enough, the parents of that dragonling—the same one who had threatened to destroy his own core—actually had the audacity to criticize young Kael for not being upfront about having a mate.
Surprisingly, the young dragon who hadn't said a word since the entire ordeal began finally spoke. His voice was calm, almost detached, yet sharp enough to cut through the tension that filled the hall.
"Then you better address that with the elders," he said, "Because I still remember their laughter during that ritual. Funny how the same ones encouraged all this."
He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. And yet the words dropped like molten gold on cold stone.
Realization dawned on those scheming elders, and everyone could see the strain on their faces as they tried to keep their composure.
