The answer to just how long a family of dragons could sit in silence was an uncomfortably long time.
Any discomfort was only amplified by the lack of talking among the group.
They all just sat in silence for hours on end, with no end in sight to the dreadful hostage situation.
Hours went by.
They thought, surely, that at some point, their father would free them to go back to their rooms to sleep.
That was, until the sun started going down, and they blinked to find pillows under their heads, a mattress under their backs, and a blanket covering their bodies.
Thea finally cracked.
"Oh, come on, let us go! I'm not spending the night in a bed with these two again!"
Mira and Gabbrielle looked offended.
Abaddon, on the other hand, looked pleased as punch. "Nice to hear your voice again, my daughter."
"I'm still not talking to you." Thea said firmly.
"You just did."
