The only indication of daylight was the glow of the dragon’s scales and the shimmering egg. The green dragon lay, seemingly asleep. Her tail curled around the egg and her wing stretched over it like a canopy. As quietly as she was able, Alexis sat up. Cadmus was gone, but there was a pile of fruit, berries and even some herbs and meat. She ate, silently wondering where the small dragon had gone.
‘Cadmus has been coming and going all morning to bring your meal. I believe he stole the salted meat from the castle kitchen,’ her Ladyship answered her unspoken question.
“And hunting for himself, I imagine.”
‘It is a dragon’s nature to hunt for their food. Your mother often left her balcony door open so he could hunt and return as he pleased.’
“I haven’t been a very good keeper,” Alexis rec
