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Bercelak poured liquid over the cooking carcass "That’s what I thought You know that scar Soaic has on his right hind quarter? The one that even his scales can’t hide?"

"Aye He received that during the battle of--"

"He received it when I ripped him open fro what else to do with the stupid potato in her hand, Rhiannon dropped it into the water

"Did you clean that first?"

Growling, she stood and turned to face him "Did you tell me to clean it first?"

"You’ve truly never cooked for yourself before?"

"Not only aon There’s a universe of cattle at ? Ever?"

"Have you never spent any time around hu But I don’t do that often I find when they start sobbing it’s harder to have a peaceful hed at anything At least that was the ruh twice She did Rhiannon bit the inside of her rabbed a pair of black breeches, and pulled the on clothes He saw her expression and shrugged "Trust me, Princess This will be much easier if I’m dressed"

With a sniff of dis her eyes, Rhiannon worked hard to ignore the beauty of the dragon And all those battle scars did nothing but enhance it She’d never reacted this way to any on or human Perhaps it was this unruly human body she had to tolerate She didn’t know, but she did know she didn’t like it

"You never told me why you attacked Soaic"

"He spoke ill of my father" He reached around her and pulled the potato out of the boiling water, casually dropping it back on the pile "I don’t allow anyone to speak of my father that way"

"You allowed " What if the big bastard hadn’t noticed?

He gently tugged a strand of her hair "True, but I had no intention of h he didn’t touch her, he still stood as close as possible She could smell him and he smelled quite nice No perfume like some of the royals Nor the s the"