In truth, it was an ordeal that started relatively early on.
While his twig was busy learning how to control his mana, Kael had been busy with matters at the MBE, along with one particular issue he kept carefully hidden from everyone save for a single person.
And what, pray tell, was so secretive that the golden dragon lord didn't want it to be known?
Driving.
Yes. Driving.
The all-powerful dragon lord who could fly across territories, open gates, and teleport at will was spending his limited free time learning how to operate mortal vehicles.
Not brooms. Not magical carriages. Not enchanted beasts.
Cars.
Metal boxes that required keys, pedals, and an alarming amount of blinking lights.
Why?
Because Kael Dravaryn had an unfortunately sharp memory.
He remembered very clearly that time they had gone out together and Riley had been the one forced to drive while he had to sit there with an alleged "special constitution."
That certainly didn't feel good for one prideful dragon.
