The feeling that Henry's life wasn't in his hands started rising to the surface again.
He went from the king accusing him of not deserving his title to a dragon taking him wherever she wanted to. When he came to his senses, he realized they were on hills far from Hydrogia, the walled city only a small patch in the distance.
He fell to his knees and looked at the faraway city.
There was a point where he thought he was on top of the world but he had only been disillusioned to believe that his fate was his own.
He was also coming to grips with the fact that he had mage blood running through his veins but he had been too ignorant to see the signs or accept them. Ignorance used to be bliss but now it was a prison.
He had so many questions unanswered.
Before he could dive too deeply into his thoughts, he felt the warmth of Sylaron curl her neck around his back and gently pull him backward so he was leaning against her in the green grass.
