Once upon a time, in the land of Velkaris, there was a daughter-selling wolf king, a loud dragon, two brothers with bad communication, a hole-in-the-hand mage, a traumatized Beta, and a girl who said "fuck" in front of her father for the first time and found it so thrilling she did it again.
Lord Edward Solandris held a blade to Kael's throat. "Drop your weapon, boy."
"Easy there, Eddie," Kael replied lightly, not looking at him. "Keep waving that sword around and people might think you're compensating for something. Oh wait, you're a Solandris. Never mind."
With a resigned sigh, Eron Solandris raised both of his palms, aimed at Kael. "Do what he says, or I will cook you, Ashenvale."
"You know, for two brothers who supposedly run this camp, you sure do need a lot of knives to feel safe around one loud dragon. Adorable."
Guinevere met Kael's eyes. She knew he was running calculations.
