Her words snapped him out of his daze, his ears reddened, and a flicker of embarrassment crossed his face.
He quickly averted his gaze, looking at the ceiling as he tossed the bag into her outstretched hand.
Elora noticed his flustered behavior, then looked down to see her upper body exposed; a flash of realization crossed her mind, and a teasing chuckle escaped her lips.
"That reminds me, we haven't had our wedding night yet. How are you going to give me an heir if we don't make love?" Elora's direct question made Ian choke on his saliva in shock.
Elora laughed louder, opening the bag to see white and black hard scales scattered inside. She calmly shut it and tossed it into her ring as if it were something trivial—not the famous dragon scales that could spark a war between kingdoms.
She was far more intrigued by Ian's flushed expression; he looked ready to bolt, but her fun was far from over.
