At night, when the mansion fell silent and no servants roamed the hallways, Eiran managed to sneak into the library.
Not the one Zayden had made for him, carefully stocked with books suitable for his age, but the vast one tucked away in the far corner of Zayden's study.
"What are you doing?" Kuro, who had noticed his master—friend—whatever Eiran was to him, acting strangely since dinner, asked as he decided to follow.
The child jolted, turning toward the voice, only to find the black dragon hovering beside him.
"Speak quietly!" Eiran scolded, his voice dropping to a whisper.
The dragon sneered.
"Why?" he asked. "Are you planning to steal some gold?"
His violet eyes shimmered, matching the scales that glinted beneath the moonlight streaming through the windowpanes.
"Of course not," Eiran rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Who steals in their own home?"
Kuro blinked, staring at the young boy in confusion.
