"Is it supposed to breathe fire like that?" Julian asked, pointing a trembling finger at the emerald-scaled beast currently roasting their campsite.
The kingdom of Oakhaven was not supposed to have a dragon problem, mostly because it already had a Prince problem. Prince Julian was a catastrophe in silk breeches, a boy who tripped over his own sword and once accidentally declared war on a flock of geese. Asi Que Esto Es Un Felices Para F T Lukens ...
Julian grinned, bright and ridiculous. "Asi que esto es un felices para siempre." Silas snorted. "It’s a start, Julian. It’s a start." If you’d like to see more of this story, tell me: "Is it supposed to breathe fire like that
Silas looked at him, his gaze softening in a way that made Julian’s heart do a clumsy somersault. "Only if you want to. But I think the Duke's daughter would find you very annoying." "And you?" Julian grinned, bright and ridiculous
Enter Silas, the royal squire who spent 90% of his day sighing and the other 10% making sure Julian didn’t walk off a cliff.