Chapter 326 – Falling in Love Has Nothing to do With Pride
Mira blinked. "What?"
"You heard me."
"I… don't know."
"You'd want it to be a mistake?" Sira asked. "Something to regret?"
"No."
"Then what?"
Mira sipped slowly, the tea floral and sharp on her tongue. She let the silence breathe before answering.
"I'd want him to remember it."
Sira's gaze sharpened. "Ah."
"And I'd want to remember it too," Mira added. "Not because of lust. Or politics. Or heat. But because it meant something."
Sira leaned forward, eyes narrowed in satisfaction. "That's why he likes you."
Mira didn't deny it.
She stared into her tea like it held prophecy. The steam curled, fragrant and warm, but her voice came out cooler. Slower.
"That's why I'm afraid," she said finally, quietly. "I'm a dragon."
Sira's smirk twisted into something sharper—like someone finding irony in a divine comedy.
"And I," she said, tipping her wine glass toward the stars, "am the daughter of the Lord of Pride."
