Caspian's chest puffed out, a strange, choked sound vibrating in his throat. He looked down at his own clawed hands, then at Hana's small, unyielding frame in the white dress and tactical harness.
A massive, fiercely proud heat suddenly rushed through his core, entirely replacing his anger.
To a dragon king, being claimed as an item would've been an insult and he would've incinerated the speaker, but when it's Hana, claiming him as an item of value wasn't an insult—it was the ultimate validation of his worth.
He had no idea why but he was devoted to the max and he had no complaints.
"I belong… to you," Caspian repeated, the words rolling off his tongue like a sacred oath.
He glared over at Raiden, his voice dropping into a deep, booming rumble of sheer superiority.
"You heard her, rat. I am her primary asset. Her personal vanguard. You are just a secondary supply unit."
