**Trigger Warning: Issues of violence and s****l abuse
Laiken
I stand by as Nylion talks to Merellion on the phone. Based on what I hear in his mind, he doesn’t seem to realize that I can hear their conversation clearly. Even if I couldn’t hear it with my ears, I’d be able to ‘hear’ what they are talking about because I’m in his mind.
“What do you mean you’re a king?” Nylion asks.
He looks at me and I don’t like the look. I already know what he’s thinking, since I’m in his head. If Merellien can become a king because he has a dragon, then so can he.
I hate the thought of killing. But honestly, if he wants to take out the king and prince who are responsible for my enslavement to this man, I don’t care as much as I should.
Nylion isn’t terrible as far as riders go. He’s happy to bring
