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?"
"I’ve had years of practice," Silas said, reaching out to tuck a stray, soot-stained hair behind Julian’s ear. "I think I can handle a lifetime of it." Asi Que Esto Es Un Felices Para F T Lukens ...
"It’s a dragon, Julian," Silas deadpanned, hauling the Prince backward by his cape. "They aren’t known for their cooling mist." Silas looked at him, his gaze softening in
After a series of chaotic mishaps—involving a magical lute that only played sea shanties and a very confused forest sprite—they didn’t kill the dragon. They gave it Julian’s shiny, useless breastplate to use as a mirror, and the beast let them pass. "I think I can handle a lifetime of it
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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.