Chapter 64: Bran-Bran…

"Bran-Bran!" Solas sprang off Doran's lap, who chuckled. The general knew his place. Knew that he will never get Solas to marry him.

And yet, it was fun. Solas was pretty as a picture, Brandon was pretty when he was jealous.

 Not that Doran had any illusion of ever getting to taste dragon meat…

"Brandon, a pleasure as always!" Which did not mean that he was going to start a fit with the man. After all, there were no dragon slayers left in the world. No Guild Master was ever going to throw their top earner at a dragon like Brandon.

"I need to speak with Solas," Brandon said, glaring at the man who had ended his marriage. "Alone."

"Doran stays," Solas said, making himself comfortable in his general's strong arms. "And one day, we will be together!"

"I am mated with Pan," Brandon finally felt something like relief at being able to tell Solas that. For the marriage bond had nearly been broken. Had been hanging on a string for the longest time.