After hours of questioning Adnan without any luck. Queen Tamira returned to her palace and her chambers. She changed into a pink nightgown and let her hair down.
Her anger burned her skin. She paced around the room, her mind jumping from one thought to another as she tried to figure out where Soren was.
It was dusk and the dragonling was yet to return. Never in history has the male ever slept outside the palace. Queen Tamira hated being in the dark about everything. She was curious about what went down and if it meant that Soren was gone from her life forever.
Such would be a dream come true for her. To prologue her reign and become the Queen that goes down in history for taming the king.
"Why do you pace all the time," The queen mother asked her. If pacing could solve their problems, she would be doing it as well. However, it only adds to making one more nervous and tense. Feelings they couldn't afford to have were they to navigate the dangerous tides that were upon them.
