Kael Dravaryn, the newly married dragon lord, glanced to the side and silently praised himself for being truly magnanimous.
As someone who should have been enjoying what was supposed to be his honeymoon with his mate, he was instead seated on the floor while competitor number two used his twig's lap as a bed.
Riley had said something about comforting the little twerp after he cried himself into exhaustion, and Kael had agreed. It was understandable. Reasonable, even.
What he had not expected was for that to mean his mate would be cradling the mushy pea for hours.
Couldn't that have been done by literally anyone else?
But the dragon lord kept his thoughts to himself. He did not voice a single complaint because for some reason, he was certain that the moment such words left his mouth, he would be banished somewhere dark and cold, never to see the light of his mate's eyes again.
So fine.
