'A rider...an actual dragon rider. Not just any dragon rider but a rider to the King's guard...'
Neveah stared down at the rider's dress, her mind reeling with thoughts. She could not believe just what Menarx had just offered her.
What it meant to be a dragon's rider, Neveah had been in Dragon Keep for long enough to fully understand it...or at least understand as much as an outsider could.
There was no such thing as confusion, a dragon would die a thousand times before chosing the wrong rider, especially when it came to bonding someone other than your predestined mate.
A rider bonded to a dragon had too great an influence on the dragon, a wrong choice could mean doom not just to the dragon but to his kind.
Centuries would pass and a dragon's heart would never be thawed till the moment he met his destined mate...so how had it come to this?
