Neveah spun around the next moment, already contemplating how she would explain her presence within the hall of history rather than out in the pavilion where she should have been waiting.
Neveah was already in enough trouble with the academy masters, though she would not take back her outburst if given the opportunity, she did not wish to make things any worse.
"I know I should not be here..." Neveah began to explain, believing it was either Elina, Janice or one of the dragon guards who had been sent to summon her.
But instead, Neveah found herself staring right into a pair of mismatched eyes of a bright gold and gleaming silver.
With his silver tresses pulled back to a pony tail, and a messy strand dangling down his forehead...it certainly was not Janice, Elina or anyone else Neveah had thought.
Ā Neveah blinked in astonishment as she realized the person who had been behind her was none other than the dragon king.
