On the back lawn of the Manor, Alexis watched the flying machine rocket skyward at an insane rate, flying nearly vertically.
That had to be Dominic.
She couldn't even see the pilot, and she knew that it was him. Only a dragon would be so utterly confident in the sky that he would treat a brand-new design like that.
Then the plane rolled upside down and made a loop, coming back the way it had come from, and all doubt that it could be anyone else was erased.
Halfway through the rotation, the sunlight glinted off his horns.
The plane vanished into the distance, and Alexis crooked a finger, calling Benedict over.
"What are the odds that thing is the final design they intend to propose to the King?"
The Royal Guard shook his head. "Between you and me, that one is not for military use. It has two automatic rifles on it, in twenty millimetre shot size. But, he made this one for the Barons and Knights in Wistover Duchy so that they could fly around on patrol."
