“Trella was your brother’s dracovae, wasn’t she?” Serenna asked quietly, stepping next to the prince to join him at the stall. Lifting a hand more confidently this time, she stroked the creature’s neck. Vesryn tensed. He halted with a feather in between his fingers, but resumed petting the beast with a nod. Serenna swallowed a heavy feeling of sadness. She could almost sense the sorrow radiating from him as her throat cinched tight.
