Word had it on the street that Tatiana’s father had been overthrown by one of his own councilmen, and that he was sent to the cells, as he waited for a trial.
Thankfully, it wasn’t a bloody matter – Carson aside.
That was all Tatiana bothered to know.
She didn’t care enough to know his fate, much less to intervene in his favor or visit him.
Hadn’t he ordered his men to bind her wrists and ankles and prepare her, so that he could use her as a bargaining chip against the dragons? The dragons cared more about her than her own kind did… the irony wasn’t lost on her.
She had once been set on vengeance, blinded by resentment, and bitter beyond belief… She had since changed so much, even though it hadn’t been that long.
The heart truly was a fickle thing.
She fell for the dragon princ
