The words "return," "school," and "together" echoed in the mind of one extremely caught-off-guard dragon.
In that very short moment, Orien was certain those words bounced straight through his body and directly into his heart before his eyes even fully focused on the scene in front of him.
And honestly?
For one terrible moment, he truly wished they hadn't.
Grubby little human hands were all over the bed. Someone's arm was wrapped around the little sprite's neck, flowers were being shoved everywhere, and faces were practically rubbing against those cheeks without shame.
Orien's golden eyes immediately sharpened like a detective desperately piecing together clues during a life-threatening crisis.
Orien Vathros, the de facto rising star of the tragically unpopulated golden dragon clan, could not believe what his extremely enhanced eyesight was witnessing.
The little sprite!
H-how could he be surrounded this easily after insisting on becoming HIS knight?!
