“You didn’t have to do that,” I whispered. “I could have handled it.”
The meeting was very uncomfortable. Astion made snarky and mean comments here and there, and Varianlir put him in his place.
He shook his head, his expression softening as he looked down at me. “No, you shouldn’t have to handle it. Not anymore. You’re my mate, Arlen, and I won’t let anyone treat you like you’re less than what you are. Not even my father.”
"He doesn't know you are my mate," I rolled my eyes.
Varianlir didn't budge, though; he was adamant that his father had to respect me.
"You might not be my mate, but you are my fiancé, every dragon respected their mates like they were treasures until my father stepped in," Varianlir grabbed my hands and kissed them softly. "He will respect you, too, and I will ma
