You Took My Mother, You Won’t Take Him

Sylas

He had spent all week away from Ryn after his dragon soul spoke to him, and after he had witnessed the way the power controlled him. He had spent his time convincing Master Lynsander to teach Ryn.

It was why he hadn't come to see Ryn for days.

"This court does not need your suggestions," the Emperor responded.

"This isn't a suggestion," Sylas replied. "It's a promise."

"You have no authority—"

"I do in this case because I am his fated mate."

The Emperor growled. "Sylas!" He slammed his hand against his throne. "You three would defend him even if he burned the capital to the ground."

"Probably," Veyr said.

Kael nodded. "Definitely."

Tension crackled through the room like lightning and no one dared to speak. 

Then Thane stood, bowed his head, and spoke in a soft calm voice. "Your Majesty, I must agree with them. Judging the dragon's chosen feels… impulsive."