A loud crash from within the hall of history drew Neveah out of her thoughts.
From where she sat on the ledge, Neveah glanced over her shoulder at the closed doors, her brows furrowed slightly.
'He is the only one in there, just what is he up to?' Neveah wondered to herself.
It was ironic how just a moment ago, Neveah had been furious at the dragon king, but at this moment, all her anger had flitted away.
"Where is the King's guard? At least one of them should be here with him." Neveah murmured to herself, wincing as another crash resonated from within the hall.
Neveah sat tight, contemplating if she could call someone over to calm the dragon king before the hall of history was demolished in the wake of his anger.
A quiet sigh escaped Neveah's lips, she did not think anyone would dare approach the dragon king given his mood, there was no use calling on anyone.
