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“Sit.”

I stare at the two generals in the room as I take a seat in one of the thick, polished chairs at a round wooden table. If I weren’t so nervous that I’d been separated from Thorn—and far away from Astralux and Vitegadium—I’d have appreciated the beautiful paintings on the wall of military victories and still-life of the city of Remyssus.

As it is, my staff and dagger were taken, the rest of my equipment still on Astralux’s saddle, and now I look between the two men who continue to stand opposite of where I sit. Many other Verlassen soldiers have filled out the room, their yellow and purple-checkered uniforms quite bright in the many candle sconces that line the wall, giving ample light to the room, as does the large window behind me.

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From the depths of vibrant dreams of dragons, I realize I hear someone calling me: “Estelle? Estelle, please wake up!”

“Astralux?” I cough, my voice dry.

“Oh thank Ariadna,” Astralux says.

I manage one eye open, feeling groggy, as if I’d slept for a solid twelve hours and need another twelve to feel normal. I see Astralux’s face above mine, the furrow between her scaled brows relaxing slightly.

“Estelle?” I hear Thorn from nearby. “Where’s Estelle?”

“Over by Astralux,” Vitegadium says. “She’s just waking up too.”

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While we spend the morning flight on guard, expecting to see another Vladykar pair, there’s nothing else in the sky as Astralux and Vitegadium fly over the rolling plains except birds and, closer to the ground, butterflies. The beautiful summer day gets to me as the hours pass, and I relax, sighing as I hold out a hand, enjoying the wind rushing past my arm.

Astralux glances at me from the corner of one of her eyes. “And to think,” she says loudly, “you were once afraid of flying!” I grin sheepishly.

Vitegadium flaps his wings a little faster, raising himself. “Hey, what if we race?”

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“That looks like a good stopping place,” Thorn says loudly over the wind noise.

Astralux and I follow where he points to a small group of trees collected around a stream we’re loosely following south. “Agreed,” Astralux says.

Vitegadium, just ahead and to our right, dips his gold-tipped emerald green wings and banks toward the trees. Astralux waits a moment before following, arching more left to give plenty of room. Her wings beat heavily as we near the grassy ground. I wonder how she’s going to land with the rolling hills, but Astralux coasts until at last she drops at the base of a hill, using gravity to slow herself as she pads up the hill a few bounding steps.

“You’re a pro at this,” I say.

Astralux, panting heavily, laughs once. “What, landing? I should hope so! Falling when I land would be like you tripping on your own feet after you jump.”

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Chapter 5: Diplomatic Matters

“Well.” I peer around my suite in the Wards’ Palace, suddenly dreading this part. “I guess it’s time to go.”

Astralux’s claws click on the stone as she wriggles back and forth. “Isn’t this exciting?! We’re going on our first mission together!”

I smile and stroke the dragon’s nose, just above the nub at the tip. It’s a favorite spot for her. “That’s true.”

“And, we’re not going alone!”

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“Good,” Neil says. “Keep going.”

I sidestep Lyssa’s attack as she swings her wooden longsword at me. Gripping the staff in my hands hard, I drive it into the ground, propelling myself back even farther in case of a followup attack. But it’s not necessary—after so many hours of practice, I’m realizing just how much faster than Lyssa I am as a bonded. I circle around Lyssa, picking up speed.

“You’re doing great!” Astralux says from where she lays nearby. Finally out of the throes of the Spotted Fever, Astralux is still a little weak but at least well enough to leave our room and lay outside in the sunshine. She’s managing short flights now. Eclair and Giftigbun remain near her, perhaps both to make sure she’s okay and to make sure she continues to rest.

“Remember, Estelle.” Neil’s watching me very intently. “At some point, you have to make a move.”

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“I think we’ve got a pretty good draft here.” Mortimer scratches at the blonde stubble on his chin. “Astralux, I know you suggested an order of command, but I feel like that could quickly be taken out of context.”

Astralux, her head on a giant pillow so that she can easily look up at Mortimer at the desk, frowns a little. “But they might have questions about who’s in charge,” she says, her voice low and raspy.

“I think what Mortimer is getting at is that that would be a discussion that’s best in person,” I say. Dipping the towel into the bucket of water again, I pull it out, wring it, and whip it through the air to cool the water off further before placing it back on Astralux’s forehead. “It might be really easy for someone to be offended.”

“Oh.” Astralux gives a weak shrug. “Politics are dumb.”

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Listening to my recount of everything I’d noticed about Astralux, Domagoj nods as he rubs a damp towel over Astralux’s head. I want to join him, but Mortimer is holding me back. I’m not sure why.

“Hm.” Domagoj opens Astralux’s mouth before he turns and shoos Kalteratem away, who is barely squeezed into the room. “You had better go wash. It sounds like Spotted Fever.”

Kalteratem flinches. “But no spots yet?”

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Shifting my grip on the wooden practice longsword in my hands, I look up as the rain continues to drizzle. “So why are we practicing aerial combat maneuvers in the rain?”

Neil, standing on the ground beside Astralux and triple-checking the straps on her saddle, looks up at me. “Since rain makes everything slick, you’re forced to have a firmer grip. It’s both a challenge and a way to ensure that you have good posture.”

I grab a hold of the saddle horn in front of me with my left hand—and we haven’t even taken off yet. Lyssa, standing beside Blythe nearby, snickers at my reaction.

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“You want to ride up to breakfast?” Astralux asks me.

“Actually, I already told Amon I’d walk with him,” I say.

Astralux tilts her head at me. And then she grins. “You like Amon.”

“What?! I haven’t even known the guy for two weeks!” I realize that Astralux is watching me tie a blue ribbon to the end of my braided black hair, and I sigh. “Okay, yes. I like him.” I finish tying the ribbon. “He’s been really nice to me.”

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