Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“I wondered what that nightmare was about. You should have told me.”
“There’s nothing you can do to change it,” she said with an audible pout to her voice.
“I can remind you it’s best to live in the present. Worrying about the future will cause you to miss precious memories you can make now.”
Several long seconds passed as she considered his words. Finally, Rimi nodded and admitted, “You’re right. I need to cherish my time with my friends.”
“Exactly. Now, what would you like to do today?”
“Do we have to stay here?” she asked.
“No, we can go anywhere you’d like.”
“I’d like to start at the dragon statue on the square, please.”
“Okay. Any reason why?”
“I want to see it and the names again.”
“Then that’s where we’ll visit. Tonight, there is a celebration in town following the harvest. I’d like to make an appearance there.”
“Will the others be there?” Rimi asked, looking hopeful.
“They will. There’s a theme tonight.”
“A theme? Like everyone wears pink?”
“Kind of like that. But it’s Dragon Day,” he said, sounding slightly embarrassed.
“I don’t remember hearing of a Dragon Day celebration before in Wyvern. That’s really an oversight. The city should have celebrated its dragon guardians from the beginning for protecting all the citizens,” Rimi said.
“From the horde’s perspective, it should be Mate’s Day. They are the ones who sacrifice their ordinary lives.”
“I don’t think Lalani, Aurora, Ciel, or any of the others would agree with that statement. They didn’t sacrifice their lives. They have wild adventures instead of everyday drudgery. Who else gets to rule the sky, flying on the back of a dragon stud who can shift into the most handsome and able lover ever?”
“Just an able lover, hmm?” Keres leaned in to kiss her pink lips.
Pressing her hands against his chest, Rimi pushed him away. “Don’t get any ideas. You’re not going to distract me from going on an excursion!”
“We could combine the two. A trip to an isolated waterfall and then…” Keres let his voice trail away suggestively.
“I don’t have a bathing suit,” Rimi said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“Skinny-dipping it is. Let’s go.”
“Could we take a picnic basket with us?”
“Marvelous idea, Snowflake! Let’s get you dressed and I’ll go talk to the cook. He’ll be delighted to make you a picnic basket of goodies. I think you have him twisted around your little finger.”
“I didn’t do anything special. I try to be nice to everyone. They all do wonderful things for me.”
“Of course you’re sweet to everyone. Would you like to fly with me or on my back?”
“I’ll ride.”
“How about we strengthen your wings by flying there together and then I’ll give you a ride home?” Keres suggested.
“If you insist,” Rimi agreed with a sigh.
“Thank you, Snowflake. I’ll go organize our trip. Why don’t you go play in your room for a bit while the cook throws together some sandwiches?”
When she happily agreed, Keres lifted her off his lap onto her bare feet. He quickly restored her panties, smoothing the gorgeous green silk over her blushing bottom. “Daddy loves your new undies. They’re very pretty.”
“They are!” She celebrated and pulled her top up to show off the matching bra. After he’d admired the pieces, he dressed Rimi in her jeans and drew her shirt back into place.
He’d gotten her a few sets of lingerie. Finding matching pieces in the right size was difficult, but two owners of an intimate apparel shop in Wyvern had searched through all their boxes to put together this pair and four others. He had repaid the shop owners’ kindness by locating silkworms and a mulberry tree for them. If anyone could figure out how to make more of the soft material, those two determined women would.
Keres walked Rimi to the doorway of her room where she rushed in to reassure her stuffie, Rumble, that she’d survived her spanking. When she caught him lounging against the doorway, listening, Rimi had changed her story, embellishing the pain she’d endured.
“Snowflake,” he’d warned.
“But I’m okay, Rumble. You don’t have to worry. Keres is a very nice dragon who loves me.”
“Thank you for clearing that up, Mate.” Keres waited until he was in the hallway before chuckling at her endearing brattiness.
Do not panic, Snowflake. A copper dragon is coming in from the east.
We need to get out of here. We can go back and do something inside Wyvern. Rimi’s voice was tight with tension as she scoped out their surroundings, checking for an escape route or shelter.
Stay calm, Rimi. You trust me to protect you, right?
Of course, but let’s not test it.
Keres hid his amusement at her lack of faith. He had five hundred years on the other dragon and several tons of power. You don’t have anything to worry about, Snowflake. I promise.
She turned her bright green eyes to look at him before. Okay, but I don’t like this.