When my dreams first began, we had a dragon expert take a look at Temeraire to determine his breed, and it was decided that he must be a Chinese Imperial, a rare dragon rarely seen outside of China. Whoever, with the revelation of Temeraire's destructive roar in my last dream, the same expert concluded that he must be a Chinese Celestial, rarer still than the Imperial and never seen beyond China's boarders.
It seems as he was correct, as word of our victory must have reached China, and they have sent an embassy to retrieve Temeraire so as to return him to China. As loathe as I would be to see him go, had Temeraire chose to return with them, I would have willingly said my farewells. But as it stands, they insist on using all sorts of underhanded methods to convince him to go, including lying to him and trying to force me to lie when Temeraire did not believe them, and calling me a thief to my face when Temeraire's egg had been won as a fair prize in a naval battle.
I may have lost my temper with First Lord Admiral Barham, which I am sure guarantees that, in the event Temeraire chooses to return to China, I will have lost my position in the Navy. Though that is hardly my most dire concern, as I disobeyed orders and saw Temeraire once they caused him to lose his temper, which is a almost certainly a court martial, but that Temeraire also scooped me up, quite of his own accord, and flew off to Dover to engage in battle.
I'm nearly certain that this means I will be arrested in my next set of dreams. At least I can still cherish my freedom in my waking life.