Eamon smiled faintly at the complaint. He had noticed how the dragon was quite very protective and possessive of him.
He wasn't used to it but he didn't mind it.
Valerion was a dragon and he knew that's how they all were when it came to their mates.
In the evening, Eamon sat in a chair, silently watching Valerion who was cooking for him.
The dragon had told him he could do a lot of things but Eamon still found it strangely fascinating.
He had insisted on helping out but Valerion gently refused him and Eamon couldn't help feeling like he was being pampered.
Valerion had picked out most of his clothes and jewelry and also appointed himself his body guard.
"I am not the best cook but I can help." Eamon repeated, feeling a little disheartened at the fact that he was doing nothing.
Valerion was quick to rush to his side once he sensed the subtle displeasure in his mate's aura.
