DRAKENFELL — DRAKEN FORCES TRAINING FIELD
Tiberon Drakenfell walked the dragon field with Dex beside him.
Captain Halvek met them at the perimeter.
"Captain. Guinevere Ashford's dragon. Where is it?"
"With Thor, Your Majesty. The dragon responds to him better than any of our handlers."
Tiberon nodded once. "Show me."
Halvek led them past the formation line, past the equipment racks, past two senior riders who saluted and received nothing in return because the king was walking and salutes were background noise.
They rounded the far end of the training yard.
A green-scaled juvenile dragon was lounging in the grass.
Thor Crushturn was giving him a belly rub.
"Who's the most handsome boy on this field? You are. You are the most handsome boy. Don't let anyone tell you different, Wrex. They're jealous. Every single one of them. Jealous of your scales. Jealous of your eyes. Jealous of your whole vibe."
