FREYA
“Oh. My. God,” I accentuate every word as I can’t close my mouth still.
“Do you like it?” Desmond chuckles as we look at piles and piles of gold, jewels, and other weirdly expensive stuff.
I have no words! What does one even do with something like that? Bathe in it like Scrooge McDuck?
Wait a second! It’s because he is a dragon and dragons love shiny things! They collect them, right?
“That’s a hoard!” I exclaim and he wrinkles his nose.
“It’s a place of strength,” he corrects me, clearly offended by my words.
“It’s a HOARD!” I give out a loud snort that echoes through the cave and he rolls his eyes, giving up.
I look closer and see coins, pieces of jewellery, water pitchers, and plain pieces of gold that haven’t been cleaned yet. I see diamonds in the rough a
