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She saw his gaze lift to the skies. “Dragons?”

“Golds.”

“Do you want to fly with them?”

“With every fiber of my being.”

She stepped out of his arms. “Then go.”

“They willna speak to me,” he said with a sad smile. “Flying with them is out of the question. It’s enough that I’m allowed to see them.”

Rhi moved to stand beside him, their arms locked as she looked up and searched the dark sky for the dragons. They must have been high up because she couldn’t see them. “There’s another issue we need to address.”

“The Silvers in Dreagan,” Con said as if reading her mind. He glanced down at her and winked. “They belong here with the others. I’m going to broach the topic with Eurwen in the morning. Once I have her approval, I’ll go to Ulrik.”

“Surely, Ulrik will say yes.”

Con shrugged. “What if no other Kings are allowed through the doorway? What if none get to see the dragons? The Silvers are our link to the past. Ulrik might have a hard time letting go.”

“Whether we get to return to Zora or not, releasing the Silvers will be difficult. It’s the right thing, though. Dreagan was meant to be a place of happiness and hope, not a prison. For anyone.”