Gracie woke up in an unfamiliar place and her pain was gone so she briefly thought she was in heaven. Her clothes were bloody and full of holes but her wounds had vanished and she was on the biggest bed she had ever seen.
Her confusion only got worse when she heard voices coming from the other room. Voices and a familiar name.
"Kyzi…what did you do to him?" a female voice asked hesitantly.
"I killed him, obviously. He hurt my princess. I can't let that slide. But don't worry, no one's ever going to find him."
"You do realize that killing people is bad, don't you?"
The male voice was clearly offended. "I wouldn't kill just anybody! What do you take me for?"
"Your father's son."
A third voice joined the conversation. "You defended what was yours well. I heard what happened. Don't give him a hard time about it, Princess. You know how dragons are."
