When Jenggala heard that Bessa had been summoned by the Princess, he couldn't help but silently glare at Alchemist Dean. The man noticed it but Bessa didn't.
Dean just smiled and nodded at him with that sincere, handsome face of his.
It did not ease the worry in Jenggala's heart. Not even a little. In fact, it made it significantly worse. What did that even mean? To tell him not to worry? With that face? It felt less like reassurance and more like a taunt delivered with pleasant bone structure.
Jenggala was so worried that he flew above the carriage that carried Bessa to the palace the next day, concealing himself in the clouds for two days straight, only to follow her back to the cottage.
To him, it was a concern for a friend. A good friend. A very good friend who had no idea she was being shadowed by a dragon. That was all.
Imagine how flustered he was when he saw Bessa emerge from the palace and step into the carriage wearing such an elegant yet cute pale yellow dress.
