Epilogue
Sitting far above the shining lights and honking horns at a height that would frighten most people, a young boy nonchalantly dangled his legs over Seoul. While undeniably a child, his round cheeks had grown more defined, a clear sign that he was now approaching thirteen years of age. A dragon’s growth was truly incomparable to a human’s—if Miu’s imprinting had gone normally, he would have reached this age a long time ago.
His black curls danced in the warm summer breeze as his languid eyes surveyed the city below him in an expression stolen straight from his favorite human. His legs swung fearlessly off the edge of the building before he pulled them upward to hug them to his chest. The small child rested his chin lightly on top of his knees as he watched a small yellow fairy flutter high above the city lights.
