Chapter 48. Cut Short

"Uhm... Did you just sweet-talk a dragon?!" Naomi pulled at Daegal’s sleeve till he veered on her.

"He's my dragon, of course, he listens to me."

"Can I... Can I touch him?" She implored.

Daegal gave her a look that made Naomi feel he wanted to throttle and feed her to Dreygor.

"He's not a pet, Princess Nerina."

Half a second later, Daegal climbed up the dragon through his sturdy wings and settled on top of a saddle that was tightly anchored to the beast beneath.

"Are you coming, Princess?" The mirth in his eyes when he stretched his hand out to her made Naomi roll her eyes. He was messing with her and was enjoying the whole experience thoroughly.

"Of course, Prince Daegal." A few huffs and puffs later, Naomi finally reached the saddle and came to the abrupt understanding that she would have to sit on her knees for the whole flight.

"You couldn't make a different saddle at all? Seriously?" Naomi shook her head as she crossed over it to sit be