Grabbing Orm's shirt, I froze. He held me in his arms as if I weighed nothing.

So close, so warm. Easy and terribly indecent. It seemed like everyone was looking at us.

But looking away, she was convinced that no one cares about the owners of the castle.

People circled around the fire. He shouted songs, not getting into the general beat. The men drank, the women carried huge wooden platters of meat. The smell of fire, sausages and mead hung in the air.

The smell of a holiday and uncontrollable fun.

"Well, shall we join the crowd?" The dragon made me sit more comfortably. Startled, I involuntarily wrapped my...