My mother dreams that I marry well. I myself dream of a small piece of land where I’ll raise dragons. Not ancient ones—but the most real ones. Fraud? Maybe. But I’ll sort out any trouble with the law!
And what about a childhood friend who looks at me like I’m his woman? Or an imbise—heir of the ancients—with whom I accidentally lit a spark at the ball? Now he digs the earth with his black claws, yells about the blood of the ancients in his veins and about the right of the firstborn.
In short, the year turned out wild, but I’m not discouraged. I’m a modern lady—I still have to raise the Dragon Reserve. Shame won’t scare me!