Dregon was getting prepared for his trip to Frejadir. Natilda walked over to her husband and watched as he packed up some poisons in the backpack, majority of them being for the dragons he was going to encounter.
“Be careful.” Natilda told her husband. “Frejadir is dangerous to not only to the dragons, but us as well.”
“I can handle the King and Queen.” Dregon said, not taking his eyes of his bag. “They’re mortals, nothing more.”
“Yes, but if they get their hands on you…”
Dregon put his bag down and turned to his wife. Natilda was always a strong person, so he was shocked when he saw a hint of sadness upon her face. He lifted his wife’s chin up and her eyes went directly to him.
“I’ve always came back to you.” Dregon said. “I’m not going to stop now.”
