Chapter 85: Bright and Noisy Red
"What am I supposed to do, Bess?"
Hannah's voice was soft, almost lost, as she stepped into the Gorthmorde stables.
The space was vast and clean, lined with polished wooden stalls and sweet‑smelling hay, nothing like the cramped, dusty inn stables she'd grown used to.
She reached up and ran her hand gently over Bess's mane, her shoulders slumping as she let out another quiet, weary sigh.
If she could hear horses' thoughts, she would have heard the mare's unmistakeable arrogance.
This master of mine only ever drags me into trouble. Can she ever stand on her own two feet without moping? Neigh…
"Ugh, why are you being so dramatic?!" Ren snapped, zooming in tiny circles above her head, his scales glinting faintly in the stable light.
"Fight! Take what's yours! We can rule this entire mansion, and I'll be the richest, most worshipped dragon in the whole realm!"
Hannah's expression tightened, her fingers stilling in Bess's mane.
