“Before you go to battle, the council wants the world to know you are protected and claimed by dragons. Until you came along, we floundered. Our time had no purpose, our king had few followers, and we were stuck in the old ways with no path forward. We’re a proud race, but we’d forgotten what it meant. You reminded us. Honor is non-negotiable. It would be our honor if you would accept and wear the Eye of the Dragon on behalf of all dragons.” Floored, I stare up at Valerian and see the pride and tears shining in his eyes. “The honor would be mine. I accept,” I state clearly.
