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Although Aeron didn’t know Enna that well he couldn’t help thinking that she would be willing to die, because of the oath she had sworn to their Queen, and if that happened he didn’t know if Jaromir would accept anyone else’s. Fear had filled the room as the entire group stared between the dragon they had created and the fae chosen to be in charge of creating him. In an attempt to stay as calm as possible Aeron nibbled his bottom lip, trying to work out what Enna was actually going to do. Malina seemed willing to swear an oath to Jaromir if it was going to save her life, but Malina was a very different person to Enna, and if Aeron had to choose one of them he would follow Malina. Dying for his Queen when it had been her stupid idea to create the dragons in the first place wasn’t an option he was willing to pick.
Jaromir looked around the room. The longer he existed the more connected he became to the body that they had made him. When his eyes met with Aeron’s, even though it was only for a moment, it seemed as though there was regret in them. For some reason the dragon regretted the choice they were being forced to make, which turned Aeron’s thoughts to the souls they had created and how they might come to evolve if they were within in the jars. He brushed a hand through his hair, trying to remember what he had read about the process they had used, doing his best not to stare at the jars, just in case. If, for any reason, the jars hadn’t been sealed properly, there was a chance that the souls could have evolved within them, and they wouldn’t have needed that long. At least he thought he’d read that, somewhere.
‘Would you rather die than swear an oath to me?’ a voice asked, startling Aeron as he realised it was coming from Jaromir and going straight into his mind. The dragons were, apparently, telepathic, but that wasn’t an ability they’d been given by the fae. ‘I don’t know what kind of King I am going to be, but I would do my best to be good to all of my subjects, whether they are Dragon or fae.’
“Enna,” Aeron said, almost surprising himself, “this is not a decision only you can make. We all worked to create Jaromir, so we all have a right to have some say in what happens next. You may be willing to die for an oath we swore to a Queen who has put us in this difficult position, but that doesn’t mean the rest of us are.”
Enna stared at him, looking as though she was just as surprised as he was that he’d said something. “The Queen asked me to be in charge.”
“Yes, she did, but that doesn’t mean you’re in charge of my life.” He shook his head. “As you were in charge you should have checked that all of the jars were correctly sealed, because I don’t believe they were.”
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K. A. Webb Writing.