The storyteller.

Demetria's lips parted slightly. That was quick. She expected her father to try to learn more about her beast, but not that fast. The girl fixed imaginary creases on her dress, looking him straight in the eyes. She trembled internally yet maintained to keep a calm expression.

- My dragon? - Demetria asked as she was trying to confirm she heard him correctly.

Her father leaned to the back of his chair and smirked at her.

- Exactly. I am assuming your beast has been awakened for a while already.

The girl felt nervousness rising in her body. What was the reason for this sudden interest? Weren't they supposed to have some father-daughter conversation first?

- Her name is Elena, and she has been with me since my eighteen birthday. - Demetria decided to tell him the truth, hoping it would be enough information for her father.

She quickly discovered how wrong she was.

- Can you describe her? Is she beautiful? - Lucius asked with growing interest.

Demetria almost shivered, hearing thos