Dmitry stood in front of the ducal mansion, taking a deep breath.
The pale breath dispersed in the air...
He had not expected...
that less than a week after he left Frost Speech, his father would have transformed into a dragon. One could even say that the moment Dmitry's front foot had stepped out of Frost Speech, trouble had befallen Duke Ivan.
He had not been able to see his father's last moments as a human, nor had he been able to attend Annan's coronation ceremony.
Emotionally, he had wanted to rush back, chase all the visiting ministers away, and get drunk with Annan... but his reason had told him it would be meaningless.
It would only cause greater trouble.
Once the eldest son of a ruling monarch, he was now the brother of the new duke.
