my tears made him king

Mytearscouldhealdragons.That'swhythedragonIlovedplannedtokillme.Tenyearsago,mysisterandIfoundtwowoundedbabydragonsontheshore.Minewaswhite.Herswasred.Onlymytearscouldhealadragon'score.Whentheyhealed,theytookhumanform.DamonwrappedhisarmsaroundIvy,kissedherforehead,andsmiledwhenevershetouchedhishornsfromdayone.Heneverleftherside.AshflinchedthefirsttimeIreachedforhim."Don'ttouchme."Hisvoicewasice.Tenyears,Ikepttrying.Tenyears,hekeptpullingaway.Ithoughthewasjustcold—untilIsawhowhelookedatmysister.Tha