Leon replayed the voice's words in his head, but it wasn't the mention of ancients that caught him, it was that one word.
Stars.
He lingered on it, rolling the sound in his mind as if understanding hid in its rhythm. 'Stars? What could that mean?' Dragons were a long-lived race, their wisdom spanning ages beyond record, so for one to speak of stars as if they were alive couldn't be random.
Leon's brows drew together as his mind shifted through memory. According to cosmic studies… It was one of those electives most nobles avoided, calling it useless theory. Leon had taken it anyway, not because of Elizabeth, or at least not just because of her. He'd always been drawn to it. The idea of the cosmos, the mystery of creation, it fascinated him.
