“My queen,” Zadris whispered as a sleeping Fiona gradually opened her eyes to the voice and she smiled at her dragon. She had been utterly scared of the fact that she would have to sacrifice her self for saving her brother but the way that she had seen him, the way that she had seen him growing and saving her and helping her and making her a queen from the princess that she had been had changed her thoughts about him.
“You seem to be in deep thoughts. Did I bother you in your slumber?” asked Zadris as he pulled her sleeping form closer to him.
“It seems that having a dragon is quite the help,” said Fiona in a cheery voice and then said,” There my sister has found a lovely bed, fit for a king, to rest for the night while we are here in the forest which she has made even darker.”
“How do
