He smiled against my skin. "Sometimes knights would come. Then the dragon would climb down from the bed she made of me, and leave me in her lair. It would always fill me with terror." Vaduin swallowed, his fingers tightening on me. "I could do nothing but wait. Would she come back? Would men with iron swords come to divvy me up, tearing me apart until there was nothing left? But the dragon was always victorious. She always came back."
