Leongrad turned back to the fire with a sigh. The half-Merman envied the dragon. I wondered if her were in love with the unusual princess.
I saw Daerton trailing after the maids and heard the rise and fall of his voice. The half-Fae woman did not respond but stepped into the A frame tent set near enough to the dragon that the maids could serve their princess should she need them. Daerton stood for a moment, thwarted by the canvas flap that fell closed in his face, before jerking the hood of his robes around his head and striding off through the camp in bad humour.
"Broken hearts everywhere," Ruelke commented, meeting my eyes with a wry smile as I turned back. "An army wouldn't be an army without the angst."
"Very true," I agreed. "Where-ever there are people, there is heartbreak and angst. Add in the atmosphere of war… Emotion becomes heightened."