They are the ones whose souls desire freedom. They are those who can both destroy the world and allow it to flourish. They are dragons. Dragons dancing in fire. But the flame is not deadly, but bountiful.
The story of Dayraena of House Gelarion, rid...
"No way," Daemon replied as he heard Goranario's words, gripping the hilt of his sword tighter in his palm and stepping forward, blocking Raena's path and silently, with a single glance, warning the mage not to approach either her or Mayrea.
Goranario sighed and looked hopefully at Dayraena, who was in a strange daze after what he had heard. It wasn't every day that something like this happened - when you were going to be sacrificed to some god. Her eyes stared dully at the floor, her sweaty palms stroking her thighs soothingly under the fabric of her dress. She didn't know what to do in this situation, she had to think about it seriously and for a long time, so that she wouldn't regret the decisions she had made.
"Have you set a date for the feast yet?" Dayraena inquired, finally coming to her senses. Her hand rested almost weightlessly on Daemon's forearm, signalling that Goranario was no danger to her. She noted with pleasure the way the prince had stepped in, ready to defend her. That was... Unusual. But very satisfying.
"Not yet, but we should not wait long," Goranario replied, nodding gratefully for the confidence from Dayraena, who now came forward in front of her small company and stood with her back proudly straight and her gaze intense and unwavering.
"Allow us to consider such unexpected news," the woman asked, standing half-turned and shifting her gaze from Mayrea to Daemon as if silently asking for their opinions. She was answered with nods of approval. They all needed to reflect on what they had heard earlier. The news was truly overwhelming and also upsetting, for they had all been hoping for a peaceful stay in Qohor.
"Of course, but don't delay in answering, we must act decisively before the cultists take action that I can't protect you from," the Master advised and bowed out, leaving the dragon-lord couple alone to talk.
Daemon, not thinking long, was the first to start the conversation: "We shouldn't get involved in this. It's their business, their problem, we don't have to put ourselves at risk."
Walking restlessly across the room, Dayraena stopped rather abruptly and turned to the prince, facing his dispassionate gaze. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, most likely to object - judging by the displeased look - but held back at the last moment, starting to race some thought in her head again.
Taking advantage of the silence, Mayrea spoke: "His Highness is partly right... But on the other hand, what is this if not a chance to gain the friendship of the strong mages of the east? Perhaps they can do us some special favours in the future."
