Ryan turned his head toward her and observed her for a second in silence.
Upon noticing Lise's desperate attitude and how she was breathing faster and faster, he knew that ignoring her would be worse. Wanting to calm her down once and for all and avoid an even louder scene in front of all the castle's servants, Ryan let out a soft sigh and agreed.
"Alright," he conceded calmly.
Barely had he pronounced those two words when a wave of low murmurs began to sweep through everyone present in the courtyard.
No one moved to leave; on the contrary, both the demons in the galleries and William's group craned their necks with evident fascination.
How exactly does a dragon of that kind feed?
