Claiming Her Dragon

I’m not sure what has changed, but Isolde keeps claiming me as her dragon. I’m not complaining, I love it. And now, whether she realizes or not, she’s walking into the dining hall still holding my hand.

As soon as we walk in, everyone goes quiet and stares at us.

“Why are they staring?” she whispers, even though everyone in here can hear her.

“You’re holding my hand,” I tell her, waiting for her t