King Liam—POV
Running a hand through my hair, I questioned my own choices. Why had I challenged the balance of power?
"I want to meet her dragon."
The dark voice echoed in my head. I gripped the edge of the table, forcing myself to stay still. My dragon had spoken.
"Pyro," I called out to him — the name he'd first spoken when I awakened his power at sixteen.
"Yes, Sire." His voice returned, quiet but firm.
"Why is it that every time I've called, you never responded?"
"Sire, I'm not one for conversation. I speak through action — by lending you my strength."
"You chose now to reappear — just to tell me you pushed her to awaken her dragon forcefully?" I challenged, reminding him that he'd acted without my consent.
A low growl rumbled in response. He didn't appreciate my tone.
