Kenna
Yhen and I are quiet when we lift off the ground. I take us up high, since I know he likes that. He enjoys feeling the cooler air and the sun hitting him while he’s on my back. I like the feel of his strong hands stroking my scales, making my entire body shiver in the way that only he can.
Seeing Kenzo and Ember is always hard. They’re not flourishing like the rest of us, like the dragons who have been claimed by their mates. They act beaten and defeated, and I hate it.
“Do you think Prince Merellien forces Ember into physical intimacy?” I finally ask the question that’s been bothering me.
“Why do you ask?”
One of the many, many things that I love about Yhendorn is that he always wants to know what I’m thinking. He wants to know where my questions come from. He wants to understa
