Zarek did not flinch.
The Dragon Alpha simply crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at his furious son with a mixture of deep amusement and pride.
"Lower your voice, whelp," Zarek rumbled. "Your mother is the Matriarch of the Vanguard. When she demands to cross a continent to crown her son, I do not deny her. I simply move the heavens to ensure her path is comfortable."
Roxy placed a gentle, calming hand on Drax's rigid forearm. "He is telling the truth, Drax. They practically built a rolling fortress for me. I am perfectly fine."
Drax looked between his mother's radiant smile and his father's smug pride. The teenager let out a long, heavy sigh, the aura instantly bleeding out of his shoulders. He gently placed his hand over Roxy's, his dark green eyes softening entirely.
