Shapeshifter Dragons, Tome 1 : Aryana

“Nonsense.” The King seemed surprised he had shaken her so hard. But he rushed on, “This Island-World might be hostile to magic, Aranya, but let’s not you or I ever deny your gifts. Even the fire is a gift.”

Was it? Aranya was not so certain.

Beran said, “If you need permission, and if it is mine to give–I grant you that permission now. Be who you are, daughter. Find your destiny; grasp it with both hands. Denial can only lead to pain.”

“But all an enchantress will earn out there, is death.”

“Unless she finds a better, nobler path,” he counselled, wisely. “And if you crisp a few Sylakian beards in the doing, will I not rejoice?”

Aranya laughed.

“Come. I’ve a thousand orders to issue before those dirigibles arrive. We’ll seal your paintings in the secret caverns, together with the great treasures of Immadia Island.”

“My paintings are hardly a great treasure, Dad.”

“I’m the King; I get to decide.” He gave her a sidelong glance. “I don’t say it enough, Sparky, but I’m so proud of you, I’m surprised my heart doesn’t puff up and fly off over the Cloudlands of its own accord.”

“Now you’re just being silly.”

“I’m your father; I get to decide.” Putting his arm around her shoulders, the King led her back to the narrow staircase which led down into the castle. “You’re the fair image of your mother, Aranya. You take after her in beauty–definitely not your father.”