“You should just talk to her, Jace. Vermax is already tired of being used as excuse to get you close to her.” His mother always told him. But it wasn’t his fault — well, it kinda was — but he couldn’t just get close to you and talk absently as if he didn’t wanted to spend the rest of his life on your side.

Your dragon, Moondancer, is nestled against Vermax, his dragon. It’s a rare sight. A sight he wish it was between you and him.

You’re quietly around the two dragons, laid on the grass, raising your head once you hear his steps. “What made you notice me?” He asks, he already knows the answer, but he wanna hear your voice. He always do that

“Does your parents even know you’re in Dragonstone?” He asks, less teasing as he sits on your side.