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“You do not get your temper from me!” she yelled, proving to all that he truly did. Then she huffed, shaking her head as if to rid herself of her anger.

She managed it better in her old age.

Rurik thought that both his parents had about two hundred years left before death of old age came for them. They were considered old because not many of them lived this long.

“Why did you not tell me of your actions?” Glov asked as he eyed them both over.

“Because you were being intolerable about it. You tried to burn her, you thought she tried to drown you when she did not and then you refused to let it go. You did not allow me to trust you.”

“But I can see now that this is what you truly want.” Then his neck stretched to the side so he could see Amalia better. “And that she is of no harm to you, quite the opposite in fact.”

“Ah, Rurik?” Amalia said, lifting their arms so she could touch the bit of rope that connected their wrists.

Where she touched began to turn back to brown before it slowly spread up over their wrists and the strapping over their forearms. When the multi-colour glow faded, the string pressed against their skin began to mark their arms like it was seeping into their bodies.

“The spell is completed,” he answered, turning to her so he could watch until the plaited twine was no longer glowing, and he couldn’t feel the magic from it anymore. “What do we do now?”

He knew Glov and his mother were watching their interaction, but he didn’t particularly care. He’d rather focus on this, something he cared very deeply about.

“Well, we are able to remove it now.”

Rurik frowned before lifting his arm higher than hers so that it would shake when he shook his own.

“But I am rather fond of being attached to you like this.”

I will try to convince her to remove it later.Possibly in a year... when he was done being obsessive about her.That will not happen, I will always be obsessed.

He knew it was the truth.

“And we can sense why,” Nayana chuckled.

Amalia’s face turned bright red.

Rurik pointed to her without removing his eyes from Amalia. “You... will shut your trap about such matters.”

“I will expect to see that child before I die, Rurik.” His nose crinkled, averse to the idea of being anywhere near her – whether that was with his child or not. “And possibly the others that follow.”

His eyes widened in realisation. He hadn’t considered he could have more.I can have as many as I want.He didn’t know if he was horrified by such a fact or delighted.

Their heads lifted when the other Elders entered the room. Aneirin held Amalia’s father in his front paw, and she turned to look away.

“Your sister will attempt to stay. I will make sure I take her with us so that you may continue your fornication with this poor female.”

“I said to shut your trap!” he snapped, seeing that Amalia was becoming more uncomfortable which would make it harder for him to do such things with his often bashful woman.

“We are leaving,” Fionnlagh bit as he passed by. “But I will be watching you and her and the creation you will have closely.”

“You will be dead before long so I doubt you will,” Rurik answered back, seeing this Dragon was close to the end of his life.

He curled his lips back over his fangs with a small growl, then he walked out of the main room and up the tunnel with Aneirin close behind. He and her father exchanged glances, but he was being glared at, more than he thought he would be. He’d already told her father that he planned to have him taken.

Perhaps it is because I forgot to feed him yesterday.

This is why Rurik couldn’t have prisoners as pets. He raised his bound arm to show him that he’d been distracted by his daughter with a grin.

Nayana decided to put her snout right in front of them and her silver eyes, like his own, were bright as they shone directly near their faces.

“You, little Witch, will speak to me in the future.” Amalia turned towards her but jumped when she realised how close she was. “I am interested to know about you. My son may be irritating like an infected scale-” She gestured her head towards him. “But, he does have a good sense of character. If he believes that you will never become corrupted or harm another, even though you were born as that which he detests the most, then I am to believe him.”