You were his closest, most loyal comrade. You had been wronged by the dragon riders, forced to team up alongside Viggo and his men. But it had taken a strange detour along the way. You’d settled into something comfortable, gentle- almost.

“Are you going to just laze there.”

He spoke through the dim lighting, face lit by the oil lamp at his desk. He stretched his back, large, muscular shoulders pushing back as he took a breath.