Pemberley: Mr. Darcy's Dragon (Jane Austen's Dragons, #1)

by Maria Grace

Company and crowds were an oppression to his spirit, weighing upon him, draining him like a wyvern drained its prey before consuming it.

A few hours in company left him spent as a laborer in from an entire day’s work. Every nerve was left raw and throbbing; his ears ached from the noise assaulting preternatural hearing; his skin prickled and burned from the unintended contact inevitable when too many people tried to share the same space.

A morning ride—a long one—would do a great deal toward setting his soul to rights once again.