The dragon watched through narrowed eyes as Yara exited the ballroom, her arm looped fully through that of the manor Lord. Where were they going now? He frowned, this wasn't a plan she mentioned. What happened to gathering information in the hall and avoiding the lord?
"Is everything alright, my lord?" one of the women cooed, attempting to draw his attention.
He offered a dismissive nod, his eyes never leaving Yara. "Yes, quite."
Something had been nagging at the corner of his mind for a while now. He couldn't sense the eggs anywhere nearby, and that unsettled him deeply.
Was it a spell? Or were they not here? The possibilities were endless and seemed bleak. He wasn't sure he would be able to control his temper if the eggs weren't here.
