“It was wondrous, I was told. After the prince and his allies took the palace, he rode his dragon to the war’s front.” I coughed on a sip of wine. “His dragon?” “Oh, yes. You didn’t know?” I shook my head, completely dumbfounded. “No.” There hadn’t been a wraith king dragonrider in centuries. It was believed that the rightful kings of Northgall had dragon blood pulsing through their veins.
