--AN) Two more chapters still on the way!--
In the far north, Darla's cheeks were red. Her crotch was wet, and she was heavily breathing, just thinking about how she was going to be wrecked by that man. She had flown back to the Dragonic clan's new home as fast as she could. In her hand was the bloody head of Triana. She did not care about the stares of those around her as she marched right toward the prince's quarters. He had a large courtyard that overlooked the entire mountain range. You could see that it was the courtyard that was built in a very meticulous manner. Darla continued forward towards the gates, only to be stopped before being able to enter. "Stop! What are you doing!?"
