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What can be considered a treasure?

Brandon was the largest dragon there was. His old scales alone could buy an entire country. But he did not have a treasure to speak of.

Just gold, glistering gems, and a homey cottage where he hid when the goings got tough.

One day, as he was collecting wild herbs, he found his treasure.

Beaten, with a slavery rune on him, barely alive.

Pan was not much, but to Brandon, he was a treasure.

A treasure fit for a dragon.

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The Dragon's Treasure (BL)

This was mission impossible, Brandon thought to himself, as he balanced the cake in his hands.

Something that had gotten him the better half of the past two hours to create.

It was Brunhilde's favorite cake. The one cake which she could polish by herself but always shared.

Brandon had no illusions that Brunhilde would see right through him. She had known that Pan was his soulmate. Had known that the nymph had his reservations.

And yet, Brandon hoped she could show a bit of understanding. After all, before Arnold had agreed to date her, Brunhilde had stolen his underwear any chance she could…

He knocked on the door, and it was nearly thrown out of its hinges. Michael looked so, as if he had not slept a wink.

Chapter 23: Brunhilde, please!