A Natural History of Dragons: A Memoir by Lady Trent, by Marie Brennan
"The albino? Of course." Lord Hilford's prize, and in so many ways, the reason both Jacob and I were here.
"You remind me of that dragon."
Now I sat up and twisted to face him, torn between outrage and hilarity. "I'm a pale, sexless runt?!"
He fended me off with his hands, laughter getting the better of him. "Not in the least. But Mr. Swargin always said it was surprisingly robust. I think if Hilford hadn't captured it, the creature would have lived a fine life somewhere in these mountains." Jacob sobered, hands sliding down my arms to grip my hands. "I don't want you to pine away, Isabella. If it's my job, as your husband, to take care of you, then I will do so--by giving you the life you need."
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