The Northern Heir
XANDER'S POV
In all his life, Xander Lenklock had been only rendered speechless two times. The first was when news that his mother was dead reached him. The second was when his father had mentioned who was behind his mother's death.
The third had to be then and there when Astrid had requested him to secure her dragon egg no matter what happened. Perhaps it was the emotions behind such heart wracking request, or perhaps it was the fact that Astrid was on the throes of death even as she mustered such request, but something in Xander's heart shifted.
"Fine. Even if you fly out and lay your eggs in an unknown place, I will be sure to be hunt it down."
"I will try not to stress you unnecessarily." Astrid quipped sarcastically even as fumes escaped the newly acquired holes in her body.