"Take her home and pamper her, Tristan. Humans are so fragile, and who knows if these next nine months will be her last.”
No, she will NOT die, his dragon screamed inside his head.
“Right. You’re a dragon. I’m not sure how I forgot about that.” She offered her bag again. “Well, take it then. I’d say it’s heavy, but you look like you can handle it.”
She’d forgotten he was a dragon? Fuck .
"Yasa gömülmektense
sevdiklerimizin öcünü almak her zaman yeğdir.
Çünkü bu dünyada yaşayan her birimiz,
sonumuzu bekleriz. Ölümden önce
zafer kazanabilen kazansın. Bir savaşçı göçtüğünde,
onu koruyacak en iyi ve yegane kale bu olacaktır."
-Beowulf