Your Mate, Your Responsibility

Leeora sensed the atmosphere growing more tense as the two stubborn beasts glared at each other. 'Both of you are the same. And why am I always the one stuck between these two?' Suddenly, Leeora pitied herself and felt how tough her life was.

She cleared her throat. "And what did you tell her, Morph?" 

She knew the answer would piss off the King since provoking Draven seemed to be Morpheus' talent, but still, she had to ask. 

"I told her what she needed to know," he replied blandly. 

"How did she react?" Leeora asked. 

"Nothing special as if it didn't hold that much importance," Morpheus replied as his eyes didn't move away from the pair of red ones that were planning to kill him. "She was more interested in learning magic."

"Magic?" Leeora mused. "Did you tell her how to use high-level combustion magic? No, wait—what exactly did you tell her?"