Guardian

"It feels so good!" Isadora exclaimed savoring the sensation of being airborne. She looked at the ground and all the could see was tiny dots of people.

A frown settled on her face when he didn't say anything. She turned to face him and he was staring at her in a manner that brought butterflies to her.

"You haven't said anything," she said, tucking the stray strand of hair at the back of her ear.

"What can I say when I have you in my arms," he said tightening his gaze around her waist. Isadora blushed hard trying to concentrate on the dragon. But there was something bothering her, and Alexander could tell. He instead chose to let her decide whether to ask or not.

"What will happen after all this is over?"

"What do you think?" He asked back, flashing one of his cunny smiles.

Isadora craned her neck to look at him. "I want us to be together, just like ancient times."

A frown settled on his face. "Ancient?"