Being Dex's spotter was obvious. Fate paired the Commander of the Draken Forces with the best archer in the world.
Cocky, but true. She was, and she knew it. Sue her.
No, working with Dex was not ideal. But when it came to Velkaris, they were co-parents and she would make this work.
This pack took her in and she would forever be grateful. Her word meant something, and she would protect them, crown or not. Dexmon was irrelevant to that.
As she walked, she was unaware that nearly every member of the Hidden Flame was holding themselves rigid to not give her a standing ovation.
Based on King Tiberon's tone alone, she assumed she had violated at least three protocols. Possibly five. Maybe seven? She'd honestly lost count.
Velkaris nudged her with his head. He was ready for round two and so was she. The improvement between them had been rapid, and they both knew it.
