Cassandra jumped in surprise, while the large golden dragon, though he hadn’t been hit, growled, annoyed. Shareen’s flames had died in the air, way before they reached Glahad, who was flying too high. Yet, it was so impressive! The young concubine was both impressed and frightened.
“I had no idea the Princesses could do such a thing!”
“Not all the Princesses, Sweetie,” replied Shareen with an arrogant look. “It takes talent.”
“What talent,” retorted her mother. “It’s just like how your brother is so good at taming his dragon. It has nothing to do with talent. “
“Do you mean it’s also about their characters?” asked Cassandra.
She had slowly started to understand the bond between a Prince and his Dragon. The more true they were to themselves, the more their own dragons were tamed. Co
