âWe need like, magically entwined rings. Six of them. Forged together. Enchanted together. Together forever. Like weâre going to be. And I donât think that thereâs anything like that that we know about. So no marriage for now.â
Smolder scratched the back of her neck. âActually...maybe...I know a spot?â
âYouâre kidding,â Gallus said.
âI was holding off on talking about him until it was time to propose,â said Smolder. âHeâs an old fart who lives in a cave on the borders of the Dragonlands. His place is kinda camouflaged to non-dragons so the professors donât really know about it and neither do your speciesâ governments.â
âWell, I know what weâre doing today,â Ocellus said. "Committing crime for the sake of my five fiancees. You know, this is one of the few things that I think both Chrysalis and Thorax would be proud of me for."
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