CHAPTER VIII: HEART OF THE KING (1)
"Madam, his arms" says Laín.
"Hold him by the shoulders" Amalia exclaimed. “He still doesn't know how to walk on these legs. Do you feel okay Argôn?”
The Raēn's human body was weak. His face was pale and his senses were quite disoriented, but the spirit of the dragon was intact. His father's golden bracelet was on the floor, in pieces. The woman did not know what to do with him.
“What will you do with your bracelet?” the sorceress asked.
The dragon looked at the bracelet his father had given him, his only memory of the Kingdom. He thought about putting it on, but he turned his gaze forward. Focused on the path that Amalia and Laín took him.
“You do not want it?” asked Amalia.
The dragon inclined his head, looked coldly in pain into the woman's eye
