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PSA: If you haven’t read the prologue or chapters 1 and 2, I strongly recommend you do so (as long as you’ve read the first 3 books). You can find them below:
Revenge of the Overlords by Kevin Potter
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Blood of the Dragons book 4
Revenge of the Overlords
CHAPTER THREE
Graayyyavalll struggled not to grimace as he looked around the immense meeting hall.
Why was he still here?
Everywhere he looked was another testament to his failure to keep his son safe. The hall, the dragons, the cliffs and trees outside... and especially the monument out there. Most days, it seemed the only purpose they served was reminding him of the son he’d lost. That he’d lost on account of his own pride and ego.
“Why do I remain here,” he said aloud for probably the thousandth time since Graavvyynaustaiur’s death.
“Where would you go?” asked a soft voice, low and sultry. He scoffed, struggling to keep the disappointment from his face. For the tiniest fraction of an instant, he’d thought it was the voice of his beloved. His dear, sweet Dauria.
“Anywhere but here,’’ he muttered.
The silver wyrm’s face fell, her disappointment clear. “I understand your Pain, my lord, but surely being here isn’t so bad, is it? Surely you find some small measure of comfort or pleasantness here?’’
Graayyy sighed. Srirarria had been dancing around this for years and he wearied of it. He had no wish to hurt her, but neither could he offer her what she sought.
In the centuries prior to the change that took place in the Antarctic, he had never thought to experience love. Oh, he’d loved, to be sure. In truth, the object of his affections had never changed. It was only the change in him that allowed Dauria to return his affections. The change that took place in the south had only enhanced what he felt for her. But now that he had known her affections, his heart would forever dwell with Kwallindauria. It was no longer his to give to anyone else.
