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Chapter 9: The Queen

You don't always wake to find yourself under spearpoint, but here Cordenth was regardless. It couldn't have been to a serenade from the morning birds, nor the chill of a winter breeze. He'd even have asked for sunlight to stab at him. Instead he watched with bated breath, the shaking hands of his human adversaries.

They were still in the clearing, covered in a thin layer of snow. The sun had started to crawl above the snowy peaks, reaching out to paint the sky with a honied glow. The air was cool and misting with each breath, and the only sound the nervous shuffling of these human's boots.

Each was clad in thick gambesons, blue tabards woven around their chest. Their metallic bracers and shin guards winked in the morning light, bearing the engravings of pegasai in flight. Their hair was thick and rugged, woven backwards into braids. Beards sprouted from their face like a forest, wrapping around their lips. Swords were stashed in leather sheaths, attached to their weathered belts. Eyes like steel watched him over, a sharp contrast to how their hands wobbled with their weapon.

His love was still held tight against his scales, covered, and hidden by her blanket. He could still feel her breathing, totally unaware of their predicament. Frills pinned to his snout as he searched all the wary faces staring at him. He didn't dare make a sudden move, lest he spook these jumpy individuals.

“Rise and shine dragon." The lead man growled, his voice almost drowned by a morning wind. “What business do you have in our lands? Cold usually drives dragons away. Not that we see many mind you."

“If this is the greeting the receive, I can see why not." He grumbled, slowly pushing the man's spear away with a paw “Am I not allowed to sleep in your borders? I was not aware you had dominion over each speck of nature outside your walls."

“That's how the kingdom works reptile. The king or queen holds dominion over the land. Every beast or creature falls under their designation. So since you're such a big beastie its good to know."

“And cause you have wings!" Another guard called from behind.

“And yes, there's that. We could lose you at any moment with those wings of yours."

He scoffed with a huff, part of him enjoying as they backed away in shock. “Hardly. I haven't exactly been trying to hide. I'm a guest in these lands of yours. Trust me, if given the chance I'd not have flown to such frigid of a place."

“And your business?" The man repeated, losing what bluster her had the longer he stared at Cordenth's scales. It wasn't long before he peered back, gulping as he realized how ill equipped they were to deal with a dragon of this size. “As the royal scouts of Drenedar we are to know any visitors in our lands. If you don't proclaim them, you will be driven off."

“Is that so?" He rose his head, playing off that hint of fear within their eyes. Outward his chest puffed, his tail curled confidently, the air was aglow as he fixed with a grin. “Human, I think we've gotten off on the wrong paw. Why don't you and your acquaintances put down the spears and we can have a civilized chat without the fear of one of us losing an eye."

The grunts went around as silence fell, worried eyes darting between them.

“You have my assurances that I won't douse you all in poison breath. How does that sound?"

“He can do that?" Sputtered one of the guards in the back, smacking his fellow in the back. “I thought you said it was acid line!"

“I said I could be wrong." The lead guard hissed back, pulling back his spear. With an outward palm the others relaxed with him, still eyeing the dragon's scales. “Alright dragon. We've done our part. Now with a civilized tongue, explain yourself. Why do you speak with the words of a noble?"

“Are dragons not allowed to be polite?" He smiled, making sure to not reveal his teeth. “I'm the Radiant Star, a dragon from the north. I come with most important news for your king and queen, and carry with me royal guest."

“Royal guest?" The man eyed him with suspicion. “Where exactly would that be?"

Without a flick of his tail he pulled free the blanket, exposing Lyndis' sleeping form. “Right here!"

“Damn't Cordenth!" She sleepily hissed, trying to snatch her woolen shield. “Five more minutes."

The guards returned their spears with a gasp. “Look the dragon has captured himself a captive!"

“The fiend!" Gasped another.

It was all he could do to keep them from stabbing back with their spears. “Come now. Use your eyes. What kind of captive sleeps with a blanket upon my scales? She's a traveling companion, do you see a collar or a shackle of any kind? Did you see how comfortable she was? Would a captive truly be sleeping that happily?"

“She isn't anymore." Lyndis shot up with a wrinkled brow, staying draggers at the crowd of onlookers. “Who the heck is this lot? Why are you staring? Never seen a woman wake before?"

“Not with the face of an ogre!"

“Listen here you dog faced cock sucker." Lyndis' coming snarl made several of them auditable gulp and back away. Up she stood like a roused dragon, fire practically dripping from her eyes. She tossed back her hair, pulled up her cloak and was about to verbally tongue lash them in length.

Though he'd enjoy that very much, that'd undo what he'd started. So, he swung in his neck, nudged at her softly and asked she hold herself in check.

“Then just who are they?"

“Well, they happen to be-Huh…I never asked." He shifted his attention to the men, doing their best to not be there. “Who were you again?"

“Tregaron scouts." The lead guard shifted as the others chuckled among themselves. Amused as he clearly side stepped Lyndis. “And why would a dragon need a companion?"

“Did they not hear him?" He repeated his decree.

“Right." The guard's hands went to his waist, sarcasm twisted around his word. “Know how many people say they're royal birth?

“Third time this month!" A guard chimed in from behind. “One more and this lot owes me a tenner."

“Exactly. So, excuse me if I don't keep to your word."

“You're free not to." Cordenth grumbled, “Though I assure you, I speak truth." He gestured to Lyndis. “And you just went about poking fun of your future queen's face."

“I am princess Lynalla Destraven." She sighed, brushing back her brown hair and taking a more commanding tone. Like a predator she advanced on the leader, thrusting a finger deep into his gambeson. “Rightful heir to the oaken throne of Tregaron. Take us back to my father and mother as your duty, before what patience I have runs thin. Do so and risk my scorn, and that of my dragon here."

Cordenth showed his teeth for added affect, hoping the sun caught them exactly right. “I can be quite vicious when the need arises."

The guard meekly slipped free of Lyndis' proximity. “And how can we be certain you're taking the piss? The missing princess of all things? She hasn't been seen in at least ten years lads." He chuckled, but it's presence lacked the conviction as before. Especially as Cordenth glared at him over Lyndis' shoulder.

The rogue groaned and issued a phrase, one that fluttered off the tongue like a pleasing song. Yet unlike that it drained the guard's face, widened their eyes, and brought them all bowing towards the snow in the snap of a finger.

“Apologies your royal highness! It happens so often, we thought it would be the same. Terribly dreadful of an occurrence. I accept all responsibility for this woeful moment."

“Sure you will. Lyndis sighed, leaning to Cordenth's scales. She peered up, lighting the dragon's heart with her smile. “What a morning huh?"

“You could say that." He playfully rolled his eyes towards the clouds above. “Days only just begun, and we've had a confrontation. Lets just hope the talks with your family go better than this."

She only grinned as the guards started plotting their journey. “One can only hope."

*

Thankfully, the group of scouts had brought with them a trio of pegasai. They were kept out of sight, away from the dragon who might spook them. Their wings were anything but the pearly white he'd heard from his brother's narration of nations. Instead they were of bursting colors or natural browns, some even having tips of white or teal. In two shake of a tail they'd mounted and ascended, nearly leaving the dragon in the dust.

Despite his love for flying, he struggled to keep up with their gingerly pace. Every powerful flap of his wings never drew him close, making him wonder why dragons were not created to catch such elusive prey. No one said anything, but his escorts kept lagging back, making sure he wasn't left too far behind. They were patronizing him, he'd have growled and yelled at them, but he wisely held his tongue. Instead he was left to stew in silence as they glided atop the valley below.

Lakes and rivers sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight, joining iced over branches in that regard. In their wake birds would follow, either terrified or wanting to join this bizarre collection of horse and dragon. The breeze wrapped around every inch of him, tenderizing his wings with cold fingers. Only glancing to Lyndis held back his hiss or grumble, finding her a bundle of unease as the building anticipation was apparent on her face. Though when they passed over a series of hamlets, earning the waves of villagers down below, she began to smile. Worry revealed itself to be excitement.

“Wait till you see it." She mused with a smile stretching from ear to ear. “The towering spires, dozens of pegasai riders around. The lake of sunlight reaching out to kiss it's shore. You'll be bloody enchanted."

That amused him. Him? Awestruck? “Quite the beauty of a city you tell. Make it sound like a treasured gem to behold. Quite the thing indeed if it were to draw my view away from the one placed upon my back." He flashed her a grin, rumbling as the smile of hers somehow grew. “But if its as good as you say, at least it will be noteworthy. Something my brother would have wanted to see."

“Hey." Lyndis rubbed his scales tenderly along his neck, no doubt trying her best to fight off any lingering sadness over their parting. “He'll be fine. You'll be fine. One day you'll see each other again. Its not that big of a world. Besides, with all the spells around you can contact him in no time."

“I suppose so." He perked up, following the lead pegasus as it raced along the river below, skimming across the surface. “He can't stay near that female all the time."

Words caught within his throat as they crossed the lake's drop off, leading to a towering waterfall that raced towards the earth. It cascaded down, crashed into a thick mist, leaving rainbows in it's enchanting wake. From there the water crawled along the earth, surged outwards towards the shore, revealing Tregaron for all to see.

Like a grand tree of titanic proportions the city sprung from the land itself. Grand pillars of towering white, shimmered with gilded details of swirling gold. Numerous gems lined the walls, reflecting off the light as if a thousand suns graced their structures. Grand banners of blue and white flapped happily in the wind, joined by at least a dozen more of various colors in designs. The buildings within were of a near pristine white and brown, dotting across the streets filled with the dots of people.

Silence wove its way across his scales, all save the rippling of the wind against his membranes. He almost didn't look as they dipped downward with the waterfall, basking in the watery spray of the base.

“So this is Tregaron." He peered back with a tiny hint of glee, the closer they got he could make out platforms and perches made for pegasai. “Not necessarily made for dragons hmm?"

“Nor for gyphons." She wasn't smiling, her eyes darting to unseen figures atop the sky.“The sky is so empty. Where are the pegasai flocks? The patrols that set their wings across our land? The guards roaming the walls? Everything is so empty!"

“Perhaps they're on break? You can't be flying all the time you know." Yes, he knew it sounded improbable but he hoped she understood, thankful the soft massage of his back she was providing proved that to be so.

“Yea. Just enjoying some Willowdale tea, munching on some biscuits and jam."

“See? There's the spirit." Her thanks warmed his heart as they past a that seemed to rise right of the water itself. One of a woman holding out her arms outstretched to the sky, draped in a flowing robe.

“That's the saint Almira Stillwater. Letting travelers know they're welcome to our land."

He whispered his thanks to this dead person as they neared. Hopefully, they were just as welcoming to dragons as everyone else.

*

The same scenario played out time after time as Cordenth swooped over the rooftops with his pegasai escort. Humans and elves all wrapped tight in clothes stopping to observe the green dragon high above them. He heard hollers at his arrival, saw some people lose their footing and others question what he was doing. They pointed and stared, jaws fell open, it massaged that prideful kernel deep in his chest.

How he'd like to land and explain to the packed sturdy streets that he proved no bother. Really drive home that draconic friendship he was supposed to be on about. But he doubted he would even fit down into those packed streets. The towering buildings practically pressed in at either side, leaving hardly enough room for a cart to press on through. Even if he did, he'd be caught by all the banners hanging across the city streets. Houses of nobles or knightly orders, each of them emblazoned with different symbols of honor.

They passed market, getting an updraft of baking breads and mouthwatering meats. Enough to rouse the dragons slumbering hunger. His stomach bit at him like a wolf, begging him to land, but he doubted the guards would appreciate the detour. He powered through in silence, only able to relax as the sounds of blacksmiths hammers on iron anvils reached his sensitive earholes.

They wove and turned like dancers for the rest of the way, spying temples to numerous gods he knew not the names for. Towers with arcane runes nearly kissed at his scales as dire wolf stables howled or barked with his passing. Within minutes they'd crossed the entirety of the sprawling city, making Cordenth all too aware at how many people were packed within such a place. Even the roads and land beyond the walls had specks of people around, and Entis was supposed to be bigger?

He'd just passed near a nose wrinkling smoke screen of burning oils when the castle came into view. It was deep within the human section of the city, standing taller than any tree or building around. Pillars of granite were planted at each corner, runes scrawled across their rooftop. Its walls were what appeared to plated bark, forged from knocked over trees with trunks the size of usual buildings. Guards set in blue jackets and gold sashes lingered on the walls, dipping white feathered hats in greeting. The windows were bursting with color, numerous large stain glass windows on full display like some grand cathedral. They showed the same image of Saint Almira, this time riding an ivory pegasus into a star filled sky.

Commotion was had as people jogged about the castle's courtyard.Attentions were not on him, at least initially anyway. Every soul stood captivated by another spectacle going on the courtyard. A loose ring of bodies all observing with keen interest as a young boy and girl had at each other with wooden swords.

An adult watched on with plate armored arms crossed across his gold sashed breastplate, blue cape billowing in the morning breeze. But the arrival of a dragon doesn't go unnoticed for long.Soon shouts echoed out, arms were extended, and everybody in this place was more tense than a coiled spring.

They landed as the humans cleared the area, most relaxing at the sign of winged pegasai at his sides. All but the armored man that was, he slumped forward, hands shielding the two children behind him who clutched at his cape.

It was as if he were a sculpture by mahogany, plated with silver armor. Stern eyes held them all in a tight grip, no doubt telling numerous tales of experience. His grey lined black hair was held back in a wolf's tail as his lips curled into a sneer.

“What's the meaning of this?" He barked in a commanding tone, “Why were we not information of guests?"

“Presenting lady Lynalla Destraven, princess of Drenedar! She had the code word sir! What was I to do?"

“Hold her up obviously. “The man growled, fixing Lyndis and Cordenth with a heavy stare. “Use a mage or owl next time. Don't fly her here like a blathering fool. What if she returned to force her way to the throne?"

The guard who'd lead them here gulped, looking as though he'd rather be anywhere else. “If given the choice of pissing off royalty and you sir I'd rather have you!"

Wise man. Cordenth chuckled under his breath, causing two people to his sides to back away hesitantly. Did he have to go through teaching people his sounds didn't mean they needed to be wary?

“You know." Lyndis leaned against Cordenth's scales. “If it makes you feel any better. I'm just here for a little chin wag with me mum and dad. Point me in their direction and we can be off."

“Ah yes. Like we'd forgotten about you Lynalla. Lyndis was what you were calling yourself? Play on your own name? Don't think we haven't heard of your roguish exploits. The embarrassment you bring to your family as you gallivant about with thievery and tom foolery. I'm shocked your mother hasn't died of shame."

“Good of you to have heard of me." Lyndis pretended to tip an imaginary hat. “I was starting to think all my adventuring was a wasted, focken effort. Enjoy squirming about as a voice piece for mother?"

“Still ever the crass, spoiled prat I see." Ryder's teeth gnashed as any pretense of protecting the children behind him was all but lost tightening fist and narrowing eyes. “Whilst others would kill for what you have, you tossed it all away for some childish, immature, irresponsible-"

“Attractive heroine that anyone would like to call friend?" Cordenth cheerful added with a l swish of his tail. Like he was going to let them get on without acknowledging the dragon in the courtyard. “You might as well add brave, heroic, and skilled to your adjectives of her."

Ryders eyes widened as he took a step back, his hands reaching to his sheathed weapon. “By the gods above, the best speaks the common tongue."

His frills flared out in concern; his blood started to warm. Did this buffoon think him some common beast? “How could you not know human? Are you perhaps denser than I thought? I was told the Story of Swirling Storm had circulated your lands. Clearly it's fallen upon deaf ears."

“Well dragon…I've heard the tales." He coughed into his fist, “Though when you see the body, it doesn't quite match up! Do you expect me to believe all goats and sheep can talk as well?"

As the man laughed, the dragon's eyes narrowed out of habit. His blood practically burned as his claws kneaded the cobblestone below him. He had to keep his calm, but it didn't stop the angry flick of his tail. “I'd heard tales of how pleasant Drenedar was in comparison to its neighbor, good of you to rid me of such ignorance."

Ryder gulped, composing himself. “Moving on. Radiant Star was it? We have no quarrel with you, merely the traitor at your side."

“Traitor?" He almost snarled, “I'll let you know that she's honest and true since I've met her. Never would she betray her people, just the other day she was helping the refugees in Struport while you coward behind your gem encrusted walls. So I'd watch what slander you regurgitate upon my paws."

Around him the guards grew uneasy, muscles tensed and ready to spring. Weapons were held tight, eyes dashed to their leader, waiting the command. Uneasy silence grew between them all, only broken by Cordenth's heavy breaths and Lyndis stomping her way to Ryder, fire spewing from her eyes.

“Traitor?" Lyndis jabbed a finger to his chest. “That's what you lot call freedom now? I thought each of us were beholden to choose our own bloody path, guess that doesn't apply to me eh? Come now Ryder, don't just stand there like a cunt, speak, say something! You don't go say something like that."

Ryder scoffed at her, signaling his men to stand down with his palm. “Don't worry, we have this under control. The princess is just having a good wobbler."

“Wobbler? Listen here you wrinkled fock, I'll not be spoken to in such a manner."

“Or what child?" Ryder's brow rose as he gestured to the men and woman around them. “We all grow out of childish fantasies and dreams. We take our defined place. You've just dodged your responsibilities, played hero instead of being here for your family when they needed you most."

“Not this again…I didn't come on dragon back to be regarded as a child. This is why I never send message or visit."

“Then why even come child? We've marched on without you, you get what you wanted and we got ours. Run along and back to playing adventurer, we have new heirs to the throne." He gestured to the two children. The little brown haired girl tried to get smaller behind the cloak, the boy simply held his ground and stared amber daggers.

She had siblings? Cordenth shifted as unease slithered down his spine. She'd not mentioned them before. Cute if he had to stare long enough, well dressed like nobles and had the same eyes and hair color as his half elf lover. He tilted his head as the little girl caught his eye and tried to hide, clearly not showing her sister's bravery. The brother on the other paw didn't hide, didn't flinch, the same distain for his sister traveled to the dragon's scales and wings.

Lyndis composed herself with a cough, “All good and well I suppose. Guess we just have the chat with me mum and dad and be on our focken way. Ask them a few questions pertaining to the northern people." Lyndis jabbed at his breastplate again, making Ryder suddenly lose the color in his face. “That's right. Don't think we haven't noticed the lack of troops or help. We've seen the sick, the dying, the countrymen you've been neglecting. Bet you didn't think the childish princess be doing that did ya? Better than sitting on your hands and leaving them to the undead! Even Swirling Storm is doing his bloody part!"

“T-The dragon from the stories?"

“Who the fock else? The high wizards of Rothdell?"

“I thought he'd perished!"

“So, did I! But his heart is bloody pounding. And he and all of Struport are holding the line. How can you lot just sit here doing nothin while they're fighting and dying?"

The princess turned, sharing her conviction with those gathered. No weapon was held with any amount of confidence, most not meeting her gaze. “So that's what ya do then. Where's the courage of Drenedar my father used to go on about? Guess todays the day that focken dies as well is it?"

Cordenth turned his wings to at least contribute some gravitas to her words. “As she said." He snorted, earning a pat on his chest.

“So Ryder. Move aside so I can have this chat and leave. Radiant Star and I need to get back to saving our people."

But Ryder didn't snarl or gnash his teeth. He looked like had seen a ghost. He sighed, glancing down and wiping a handkerchief across his brow. “You haven't been in the mainland for a long time I suppose. You've not heard the news."

“News of what Ryder?"

“Well…" He composed himself, giving Lyndis a mournful look. “It isn't my place to say I'm afraid. That's a conversation for a mother to have with her daughter. She's the one that should have the right to tell you."

“Not worth your games Ryder." Lyndis scowled.

“Its not a game child, I'm being dreadfully serious! The queen is currently busy with her lords and diplomats. We can get you freshened up in the meantime, get you into some proper attire so you don't look woefully out of place. Then we can see about this little chit chat with mother dearest."

“We don't have time for this detour." Cordenth made the point known with an impatient tap of his caw. “Who cares of attire and manners? We just need this talk, nothing more."

“This is a delicate place dragon. The rules will be followed, and your growling and snarling will do you little." He gestured to the numerous guards around them. “Now can you get smaller? Our halls are ill equipped for such a form. Otherwise, you'll have to wait outside."

Though he groaned he exchanged a look from Lyndis. “Must we?"

She took one look at Ryder and the guards around them. The rogue sighed, resting a hand to his cheek. “I suppose we must. But." She snapped to Ryder, “We will be meeting with her before the day is out. Radiant star has a point. We'll not be held up like some fresh faced noble on his first stint to the city. Things are in motion; we can't simply stop."

“Very well. We shall do our best to meet your…demand." Ryder called several messengers to share that Lynalla had arrived. “Of course you pick the worst time to arrive."

Ryder brough them through the castle halls once Cordenth turned himself into his anthro form. There was little fanfare to him brandishing off his silk made clothes, grinning like a noble. The man only grumbled and informed him that wasn't proper Drenedar attire, and they'd see to it he complied.

What exactly that was he couldn't hear, not with the hushed whispered and gasping that was going on from the staff. Not for him of course, but for his love. The servants had slack jaws the moment she and the others strolled along. Some nearly knocking over trinkets they were supposed to be dusting or cleaning.

The halls themselves where what he expected out of royalty, instead of the noblemen of Struport. Oil lantern dotted pristine stone walls, flanked at every opportunity with tapestries of various scenery from snow capped mountain tops to wolves racing through the forest. Carpets of dark royal blues cushioned every foot fall, lovingly stitched with golden strands. Every floor beam was carved in some intricate way, years of experience spent forging artwork itself on the mundane.

To his approval the winter's bite faded with every step, until they were awash with the warming radiance of the fireplace's work. He caught delightful whiffs of almond perfume or sometimes cherry, drawing his inquisitive snout to gander down broken off hallways. Once or twice he caught the scowl of the young prince in the periphery of his vision. What he'd done to earn the young human's ire he didn't know, but he didn't dare break the silence they were striding in. The last thing they needed was another argument, better to inquire if they got a moment alone.

Poor Lyndis looked exhausted with every step[, each familiar alcove or lantern seeming to drain her spirit. By the time they were climbing the towers she looked close to collapsing, a perpetual frown about her lips. When asked she said it was no big deal, wrapping an arm around the dragon's chest. He embraced her without a word and chose to not push it further.

Their destination ended up being Lyndis' old room, with a few more for guests resting across a marble tiled hall. Though he doubted they'd been used, the desks and bookcases that covered this place had no speck of dust upon them.

They were spirited by a pack of servants, clad in purple and light blue kimonos. Golden sashes where tied around their waist, and all their hair tied neatly back in a bun. Cordenth tried to protest but the woman shoed him into a well-lit, stone room, where a tub with metallic clawed feet rested. Already the water inside was steaming seductively, beckoning him inward.

“What's wrong with my clothes?" He demanded as the giggling females practically peeled each of them off in turn. Practically like a hoard of ravenous beasts.

“It isn't the style sir dragon." One nodded, followed by a wave of nods from the rest. “But worry not. We'll take care of you."

The lead of these woman grabbed him by the hand, guiding him to the tub. “I hope we don't have ta tell ya how to get in to the tub."

Perhaps this was working out for the best. After all, he could use a dip after all_._ Whatever fight lurked within his bones was dashed away, replaced with the encompassing warmth the water provided. It massaged his scales, teased at his frills, it was all he could do to not let his tongue lol out. “Mmmm." He rumbled, closing his eyes as the maids started to grab and clean at his scales with cloth or brush.

Back and forth the help hummed, letting their movements be guided by their trained song. When he purred or instinctively rumbled, they all would giggle and continue on with their work. The only break to this most relaxing time was when Lyndis' scream nearly shook the halls.

“I'm not focken wearing that!" She screamed.

He couldn't help but snicker with the ladies, who tried their best to hide it with their palms.

“Don't think I didn't see that." He smiled as he was pulled from the tub, getting set upon by at least three sets of hands wielding dried clothes.

“What are you going on about?" The lead woman met his gaze with a sly grin. “We were nothin but a perfect image of politeness."

Before he could speak, a finger was across his lips.

“And it will be stayin that way. If ya think otherwise, yer princess be learning that you were snickerin like a pup with us as well."

Color flushed to his frills as he struggled what to say. She had him and her smirk told it so he sighed. “And who are you to hold me at handsome? Not really a good case for the hospitality of your people."

“Call me Mellisa love." She winked as the towels whisked away the final bit of moisture between his legs. “You'll find this place fine as fine can be. Just keep that snout of yours off the princess. Don't think we haven't heard of the lewd tales of green dragons and what they do with fair maidens! She's destined to a royal home, some prince charming and all that."

Considering his current love interest he couldn't exactly deny the woman's accusation. Not without some elegant levels of deception. His minded his tongue until they chuckled and mentioned something about that salacious glint in his eyes. “I'd say so. I'm currently smitten with that woman across the hall."

“You are?" The maids blushed and giggled.

“I bloody well knew it!" Melissa cackled, “I got an eye for this sort of thing. Suppose she could do worse, though you're not exactly a prince."

“So, I am charming am I?" He rose his brow, letting his frills flutter in and out as the maids giggled again, and Melissa's cheeks darkened red.

“You think yer so smart." She playfully smacked him with a cloth as he continued to chuckle. “Keep dat salacious eye to yerself. Already got me a man o my dreams."

They all laughed over whether he did have a salacious look in his eye. The air was aglow with laughter, reddening cheeks, and a sudden interest at how flat his nether regions were. Before they could explain the reproductive organs of a dragon, a well-dressed man in his version of a kimono entered the room. It had shorter sleeves, a sash across the chest and came complete with a dark blue square hat.

“I bring your attire for the evening." The man bowed, thrusting a blue and golden robe into Cordenth's hands.

He admired the golden stitching that adorned every edge, like long slowing waves along the sea. The sleeves were comically large, practically flowing down to the bottom. The collar was poofy and ridged, flaring outwards like some reverse cape. He slipped himself in, leaving the dragon all but drowning in the fabric. “Thanks…Though I think it's a tad big."

The tailor leaned in, pressing inquisitively fingers to the cloth. “No matter, that is the point sir dragon. Observe." He pulled back and clicked his fingers, leaving an orb of light in his wake. It flew out, curled around the fabric and pressed the cloth to shape. In a manner of moments it was perfectly sized, leaving Cordenth admiring himself at the mirror the tailor procured.

“What do you think sir dragon?"

“Fine work as always Harold." Melissa, giving Cordenth a look of approval.

“I always do good work dear. Dragon or otherwise."

“I feel rather silly." He frowned, with fluttering frills. “Must I wear such a thing?"

They nodded in turn. “I suppose wearing clothes must be strange for a creature that's naked all day!"

Without fail the maids behind him snickered away.

In a series of polite good byes he was led back into the hall, bid to wait for his love outside the hardened door of her room. He only lasted a minute of waiting before a hand was upon her door, and he was just about to enter. The only complication was Melissa's troublesome glare, and a casual smack of his hand.

“Where ya think yer goin you lewd beast? Lady Lynalla is getting ready. Keep that spear of yours in your trousers. You can be eying her up later."

“So you're giving me permission then?" he smirked, returning the glance. Getting her all in a huff.

“Wait till we meet again dragon. We'll have… Words." She departed with a final bow, gesturing to the door of the guest chambers.

Uneasy silence wove its way around him as he entered his quarters. They were well-kept and plain, in comparison to a royal chamber. The walls were clean, garnished with bouquets of yellow, blue, and red pedaled flowers. Unlit lanterns were evenly spaced, opposite a stone fireplace. The furthest wall's window was covered by royal blue shades, lined with golden swirl stitching. The solitary bed was draped in navy sheets, perfect size for him, but woefully inadequate for his true size. He doubted he'd manage to rest within here without being pressed against the walls.

Striding to the window, he pushed aside shades, gazing down to the courtyard that this tower overlooked. He could see the city below the towering spires and the market. One giant catacomb of stone and wood inhabited with tiny specks of people. If only a perch jutted out from the building, this would be a perfect spot to sun bath.

This will be your domain one day. All will bow their heads in reverence to their wonderful king.

While he smirked at the idea, he couldn't help but feel a shadow cast upon his shoulders. Were those the inklings of what he saw? He shook free the thoughts, reminding himself it was only for the future he sought. He was safe, the radiance of last eve hadn't touched him. One day this land would be shared with Lyndis, when her soul no longer craved adventure. Or perhaps when she saw the time was right to guide her people.

“I can't believe there making us wear this rubbish." Lyndis strolled in, plunking herself onto the bedding.

She was adorned in garments of the finest silks, frilly contraptions on her sleeves and collar. Both of which sat, oversized, and fitted with stitching of every blue imaginable. It looked as though her breathing might have been restrained as well, waist held in and breast pushed out. Her red cheeks shined through the white make-up that covered her face. Blackened strokes were painted ontop, forming various smooth symbols around her chin and nose. Up was her hair, held together by a single hairpin covered in gems.

“Don't say a word." She growled, “I look utterly ridiculous, I know."

He said nothing, searching her up in down as her radiance held him captive. Her words were nothing but lies, terrible slander that did nothing to sway his thoughts. When she called to him he'd already pressed forward, sitting beside her with a smile.

“You're beautiful as always." He said softly, gently pulling close her hands.

Even through her makeup he could see her blush. Her eyes bubbled with joy. For a moment all the anger was gone and all that remained was them. She pulled him close, hands gliding up his side. The air was warmed, as they lost attention of anything else.

“How thoughtful of you. You're not so unattractive yourself. But at least you can move in yours. Feels like I've a bloody rod up my bum." Instantly her cheeks reddened, as she thrust a warding finger to his snout, “And don't think for a single moment that's a lewd comment!"

“But would it be so wrong if it were?" He purred with a soft chuckle, pulling her closer against him. Her scent was heavily intertwined with that of a coconut. “Is it normal for your people to smell of bowled of fresh fruit? Or am I having a stroke?"

“Yes" she groaned, “Something gathered from the southern isles. Don't worry about any of this. It'll be gone once were off. Thank the bloody gods."

“Can we keep the dress?" He growled, groping her back.

“They're so utterly dreadful!" She playfully smacked him. “Don't tell me you like all these frilly little things?"

Dark went his frills. “Well I'd prefer to rip them off you…They're fairly attractive to the eye."

They laughed jovially together, caught within the warmth of each other's eyes. He held her cheek tentatively, she softly stroked his frill. No words were shared, yet a passing silence was all that was needed. Her lips said yes as he pulled forward, gently pressing hers to his. With a steaming huff they were locked together by the tongue, passions warming their blood. The air was filled with gentle smacks, accompanied with brief moans of pleasure. The cold outside was all but forgotten, the same could be said for their meeting. All that mattered was each other, and their hands were soon traveling all over. Teasing at waists, squeezing at scales, he lewdly chuckled as he fondled and caressed her breast.

“Wait." Lyndis pulled back with shaky breath, placing a quivering hand to his snout. All flustered and riled up as she was, he could see the want reflected in her eye. “Not yet. Last thing we need is to be caught doing…that." She chuckled, giving him a wink.

“Oh my temptress, you tease me so." He gently smacked the back of her. “What am I to do with you?"

“I can think of a few things for later." She growled, leaning in to squeeze at his more softer regions. Though being a dragon there were no bits to grab onto, the gesture was clear as day.

“Yes maem." He rumbled back, frills fluttering till she giggled at their movements.

With a hold on his arm she dragged him to the window, leaning close against his shoulder. He did the same back, relishing in the closeness they shared. Instinct tugged and begged for more, yet he kept it inside by curling his tail around them. Once more silence was upon them, broken only by the steady beating of their hearts.

“Do you have a pit in your gut?" She softly asked after a time, eyes following a flock of black and white feathered birds racing by.

“You're thinking of lizards. They have that gizzard thing in their throats." His chest swelled as their eyes met, a playful dance exchanged between the two. “I am a dragon if you recall."

“How could I ever forget such a fact?" She rolled her eyes, nestling deeper into his chest. “And not that smart ass."

“I know what you meant. What is on your mind?"

“The same as before. Ryder's words did little to quell it. In fact I think they've only gotten bloody worse. What would be so strong as to give them pause? And why does it feel like it's my fault?"

He pulled her ever closer, trying to squeeze his brain for the answer. What could he say to her to liven her spirits? “You lay too much on your shoulders. You think you could have stopped an entire army singlehandedly? You suggest a dragon lurks beneath your frail skin?"

She didn't look up, merely letting out a sigh, “Not that. I meant to have been there for them. What if something terrible befell them and I wasn't there to answer the call?"

“You discount them as well. Could they not have sent word by mage or cleric?"

“I'd probably of discounted it if they did."

“And yet did you receive one?"

“No."

It was his turn to sigh as they pressed against one another. “Then clearly they didn't wish to involve you as well."

He felt her wince within his arms. “About that. Mother and I aren't on the best of terms. Expect a shouting match between the pair of us."

He dismissed her with a wave of his claw. “I can't fathom a scenario where it's worse than my mother."

“Your mother least tries to keep you safe. By your twisted logic, mine doesn't even have enough care about me to check up occasionally."

“You are aware she tried to keep me imprisoned within her palace, leaving the rest of our friends to die yes?"

“She still likes to know what you're doing!" She laughed grimly and made him as well. “She's just an overly controlling bint."

“That there is no doubt. Though I'd wish for one that didn't, want to trade?"

He got an amused smirk back, and a gentle tap along his cheek. “Hell no."

“Though I'd be more curious about what makes your brother scowl at me." The dragon shivered. “Like the eyes of a dragon hunter in the making!"

“I know right?" Lyndis averted her gaze to the pair of children dueling in the courtyard. “Another case of not sharing anything with me. Surprised I'm still even referred to as the princess. Like they bloody disowned me. But think of them, raised on my mother's twisted tongue. Who knows what she told them of me. If I were them, I might hate me as well."

“She hates you that much?" His frills pinned to his snout. “This might be more difficult than I imagined."

“Were going to find out wont we? Here's hoping ten years is enough to simmer down."

The answer he never got as an elderly looking elf came breaking from the keep's gates. Their red robes were scuffed and frayed, a look of utter contempt in his teal eyes that could slay any dragon. He was flanked by a dozen guards, holding the end of the rope he was bound with.

“Well what the hell is this?" Lyndis leaned forward, hands to the glass. “Chancellor Elthian? Why have they bound him up like a common thief?"

“Who?" He leaned in over her as the red-faced elf was dragged ungracefully through the gates.

“He's one of the heads of the clan Oriro. Great ally to my father and the rest of Drenedar through the years…Why they have him tied up…Mother what has gotten into you?" She cracked open the window, undoing the strand keeping her hair up. “I think we need a better looksie."

“How do you expect to do that?" He pulled her wrist as she went to climb out.

“What's it look like? I'm going to jump out the bloody window!"

Cordenth lingered on her like she'd gone mad. They were at least fifty feet from the ground. Such a fall would surely kill her from this height. “You can't be serious. I doubt I could change back in time to catch you!"

“Shut that cute snout and trust me!" She beckoned him to the stone ledge. “Unless you'd rather stay up here and watch he have a go at them?"

“Lyndis-We're too high to-“

She waggled a golden ring around her finger to him.

“Yes." He snorted. “That's some good jewelry. Mighty enticing to a shiny drawn dragon, but he you're forgetting I have bunches of those at home. What is one more?" He didn't dare mention he still wanted it.

“It's a ring of feather fall you nitwit." She laughed, beckoning him again. “You think I'd show it off without a plan?"

“Maybe" He hunched over and climbed up beside her, letting the wind whisk their clothing up around them. Would this be ruining their welcome if they simply jumped without elegance? “How about this?"

“I'm positively chuffed. Now let's pop off shall we?" She pulled him close, wrapped her arms around him tight, and proceeded to pull him to the ground.

Feet over tail they tumbled as Lyndis howled like a madwoman. With a rub of her ring the air around them slowed, gravity lost its fearsome grip, and they reoriented to their feet. They landed softly in front of the chancellor and his captors. The poor knife eared creature nearly yelping in surprise.

“Lynalla!" The elf gasped, a smile cracking through the sullen look about his sullied features. His near white hair was covered in dirt, and the orange woven silk robes that adorned him were tattered and torn. “No one said you'd returned!"

“Not like they'd mention it Elthian, though I've only just arrived." Lyndis dusted herself off, not paying heed to the look of stupor on about the guards around them. “Figure we drop in for a quick chat with the mum. Oh where are my manners…" She introduced him with a sly smirk.

To Cordenth's dismay the elf's eyes widened, his stance widened, pulling against his chains he retreated far as he was allowed. “You come with this…creature of the forest of despair? This manipulator of untold tragedies?

The dragon sighed. “I see you know of my mother then."

“That we do scaled one. So know I wont be swayed by your devilish tongue."

He couldn't help but grumble, letting his tail curl and express his dismay. Still he couldn't escape her shadow. “I assure you, I'm nothing like her."

“Excuse me. We've orders to take this traitor to the queen." One guard leaned in, gulping as all of Lyndis' ire was directed to him.

“And I'm telling you to wait. So hold you're wolves while I have a nice chat with him, eh? Just tell me ole mum it was her daughter that held you up. Why do you even call him a traitor? You do know who Elthian of clan Oriro is right?"

The elf's composure practically burst. “They're all delusions I tell you Lynalla, you're mother has gone insane! She labeled me a traitor for dare questioning her orders. Anyone who disagrees is being banished or done away with! You must speak some sense into her. To think me. Me of all people a spy!"

“Well? Has the woman gone senile?" The elf continued to rant against his chains, insisting once the phoenix knights heard of this, there would be hell to pay."

“And you're okay with this?" Cordenth cast the guards a fiery glare.

“Order is an order dragon." Ryder strolled over with a growl, “Again with the interruptions. Can we not proceed with our justice around here? Especially for a traitor such as this?"

“Just as much a traitor as you claimed Lyndis to be right? I question the validity of this claim."

“Didn't recall asking for the opinion of a horned beast, doesn't your mother go about eating her subjects?"

Frills fluttered as the man set him with a sly grin, “Only to criminals and that's hardly the point! She doesn't eat the subjects. She eats trespassers."

“That make it any better?"

“You hang yours!"

“Wrong, we use a guillotine."

“Now how is that any better? “He was in the knight's face, tail lashing behind him.

“Tis not, Just making sure you get your facts straight.

“Well thank you for that." He growled. “And why has your queen been listing people as traitors?"

Ryder shifted for a moment. “We were obviously betrayed from within to Lumara. You are aware we surrendered right? Not a lot of blokes are fine with that."

“But why? We've chased rumors and here say. Speak now, what brought about this surrender?"

“They have a weapon, a most powerful one." Ryder shivered, “One with a power we'd never seen before. I saw the countryside break upon us…" He paused, color draining from his face as the events no doubt replayed before his eyes. With a shake of his head he sighed, setting Lyndis with a tired look. “Just wait for the queen. She will inform you of the delicacy of the situation. Guards! Take him away, don't let the pair stop you!"

“Come on Radiant Star! I have no time for this nonsense any longer!" Lyndis shoved past them as the guards resumed dragging Elthian away. She was fixed to the door, practically stomping towards it.

“Princess! You must wait!" Ryder shouted after her, “Even we are waiting for her! Guards stop the princess fro-"

He tripped Ryder with his tail, sprinting towards the door. Shouts and demands came in his wake, mixed with the hiss of weapons leaving their sheaths. “Sorry gentlemen!" He smiled as he crossed the double doors of the castle, slamming it shut in their faces with a resounding slam. Before they could start to batter it with their fists, he wiggled a few digits over the iron lock. He drew a rune of draconic origins, one meant for sealing. Letting his magic flow down his arms he spoke the command phrase, sealing the lock from any mundane means. Hopefully, it would stall them long enough to have their little chat. “There we are, one locked door." He rubbed his hands.

Lyndis was already crossing the carpeted hall, sprinting up the stonework before any questions could be asked. “Good! Now hurry up, it wont be long before the rest are upon us!"

“Are you trying to leave me?" He dashed after her, catching the fluttering tabard of several other guards racing down the hall way. Already their faces were redder than Veledar's scales and their threats none to appealing. With a flick of his tail a fog sprung into existence, putting a halt to their charge. “Wait for me!"

“Took you long enough." She mused when he caught up, their steps combining as they passed beneath the oil lanterns hanging along the walls.

“I had to improvise. Now what do you have instore for your mother? And why go through the tower."

“Its less guarded this way." She tugged him from the staircase, pressing them both against the stone. When shouts were heard above at signs for the princess, she drew a rune for invisibility. With a soft breath they faded from view, leaving the guards racing down the stairwell ignoring them completely. “As I was saying." She breathed a sigh, pulling him to the next level and through a well decorated archway. “Its less guarded. Call it a surprise. I only wanted to have a chat after all."

“You're going to get us killed."

“Don't talk like that." She winked, “Its only a chat. Besides, I must speak to her before they twist and concoct a cover story. She'll not weasel her way out of this one."

“Weasel?" He nearly laughed, “You make it sound like she's some mustache twirling villain.""

“You know, until coming here I'd have dismissed it. Though exiling riders and making people out to be traitors? That's not my mother. Surrendering to Lumarians? That's not my father. Prepare yourself, I smell a shape changer in charge of the kingdom. Got any spells to expose that?"

“Shape changer. Can you hear yourself?"

“Says the one that can shape changer. Watch your horns!" She pulled him to a crouch as they slipped through a cramped corridor meant for servants. The blinders that lined it nearly caught his horn and dragged them back. Down they went the diminutive stairs, exiting downstairs into the kitchens.

The chefs were already at work, casually working away, paying the two intruders hardly any mind. One halfling among the bunch was currently cracking an egg, and merely waved hello to Lyndis as they passed. “Another day in the castle Lynalla?"

“You know it!" She chuckled back, yanking Cordenth along.

Under tapestries and banners they raced, passing suits of armor and noble crests upon the walls. No matter his grievance for their visit, she could counter it with hardly a thought. When they rounded the last corner the only thought on his mind was how he wished she was wrong. “What are the changes they attack us?" The final door came into view, double doored and decorated with a multitude of colors.

“The princess of the castle? Doubt it…Though on the other hand…Might be good to have a spell ready just in case. Surely mum doesn't hate me so much as to let them blast me in the face."

“It sounds like you're winging it!"

“Cause that's what I'm doing!" She shouted, kicking open the door with as much force as she could muster in her dress. “Hello mother. I'm home, hope ya don't mind if I brought a friend!"

The room was filled with pillars of darkened blue, engraved with pure white figures of pegasai in flight. The carpet went from wall to wall of the same lovely hue, wrapping around the stairs leading up towards the dull grey thrones. Around them were royal purple blinds, stitched with golden waves along the base. The walls were lined with gold plated segments that twinkled in the sunlight streaming in. They matched the chandeliers dangling overhead, fitted with crystals, and gilded beyond measure. Fantastic silks of every color adorned the crowd nobles, currently cowering behind the shinning plate of the guards inside.

At the ready they stood, dragon fire rifles held within iron like grips, the pristine wood more menacing than before. Helms were down, eyes were tight, each was a spring ready to launch.

“See?" A woman scoffed, standing before the throne, adorned in a similar garb to Lyndis. Her garments contained more gold wrapped around the sleeves, and her frills alternated from different shades of blue. The symbols on her face were highlighted purple, mixed with a light teal. Her lips curled into a sneer as she cast a dismissive look their way. “It's just my daughter as Ryder said. The lot of you can put your weapons down."

Though Lyndis must not have heard, racing across the hall. With a pull of her fist, balls of thick webbing sprouted from the floor to yank the guards rifles to the ground. With a smirk they were all weaponless, and the well dressed woman was clapping, clearly unimpressed.

Nice to see you too mum. How have you been?"

The brown-haired woman was a spitting image of her daughter, even down to the way her hair ended at the shoulder line. Grey streaks were still within it, matching the wizened eyes she was giving them. “Did you not hear what I said child? They were not to harm you. Why'd you have to go and…" She wrinkled her nose. “Web up their perfectly clean armor?"

“Its going to take forever." Groaned a man, struggling to free his weapon from the mass of webbing.

“You know me. Can't assume anything is going to happen." Lyndis stood straight, composing her dress. “Or should I say…Shape changer?"

Oh lord. Cordenth was right to her side as the gathered nobles turned and gasped. “She doesn't mean that." He chuckled nervously.

“Yes I did! Cause clearly that isn't my focken mum!"

“Don't listen, don't listen." The wizened woman laughed, revealing a fan to cool her face. “Just a joke we like to play on one another. She accuses me of being an imposter, I label her a traitor. Should we believe the baseless claims by a runaway child?"

With but a breath Lyndis slipped from Cordenth's paws, evading him as he leapt to pull her back. With practiced grace Lyndis slipped through the webbing, passed around the nobles and stomped her away up the stairs to stand eye to eye with her mom. “Then explain the situation with Elthian this second. Before I have my green friend over their get big and angry."

Everyone turned to him as he fluttered his frills. This was going disaster. He waved innocently. “Only If I must. I'm just here to introduce myself. Honestly, I'm sure its all a big misunderstanding. We just wanted to have a chat with the queen."

The queen composed herself with a sigh, searching Lyndis up and down. “Though you look the part you can't hide that brash attitude of yours. I can see once more your impatience has got the better of you again dear."

Lyndis rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. “Pass on the condescension mother, get to talking about the question. If you're not a no good, mind reading shape shifter, explain yourself!"

“The fact you're still here and not being shot might be a dead give away." The queen growled, gesturing to her guards. “Notice the patience I have even when you've busted down my doors, webbed my guards, and insulted me in my throne room." Arms went behind her back as eyes like blades found Cordenth's scales. “And I take it you're the Radiant Star?"

“Yes." He bowed, trying at least to maintain an air of civility.

The queen sighed, bidding him to rise. “Good to know my daughter can fawn over a reptile when it suits her. You'll notice she ran away when we needed her to. Or had she not mentioned that little detail?"

“She did mention it, yes." He nodded, wishing he weren't so caught within her glare. “Though I assure you I wasn't the reason for it."

“Quite."

Not to be deterred, Lyndis only paced around her mother, eyes somehow sharpening ever more. “Leave him out of this mother. Your talk is with me. Focus, what of Elthian in the courtyard? He's been a friend to you and father since before I was born. Have you focken gone insane?"

The queen turned with the grace of a dancer, matching her daughter's ire. “Now you care about our lands? Perhaps you should have popped in over the last decade, things have quite changed since you departed all in a huff." With a practiced grace she paced away, curling around the throne. “Unlike you, I've been keeping our people safe. Though you'd know that if you weren't out and about fulfilling selfish desires like an ungrateful child. How I wished you'd return a wiser woman, cast away such foolishness in your age. Yet here you stand, shouting at me like ever before. Have you only returned to gnash your teeth and show off your boy toy to somehow chastise me?"

“No." Cordenth stepped forward, finding the courage to relieve Lyndis from sharpened stares. As he fell to the elderly woman's gaze he could nothing but gulp. Though she was human, she could order his death if she ever chose. “We came seeking your help in our time of need. It was our understanding you'd put aside this foolish quarrel with your daughter and do the right thing."

“The right thing?" The queen mused, “And this aid you wish of us. Where is it to be going?"

“Its for Struport Mother." Lyndis was right at his side, determined to not be left out of focus. “I think you've heard of them."

“Ah yes. Our port sister to the north, the one where the armies of undeath march tirelessly towards their gates? I've indeed heard of their plight." The queen glanced between them both, then out the window that lay across the throne. A shadow fell upon her features and a defeated sigh left her lips. “Though I wish to do so, it is beyond me. Once you've gained the throne you learn things are more complicated than they seem. Each action has reaction, every choice a consequence. They will not be getting aid this or any day."

“So complicated that you arrest people as traitors?" Lyndis hissed, “Even as these undead push in on our lands? You instead squabble and play politics?"

“Where did I say I did that? What do you expect me to do?"

“Gather the riders! Call the knights, grab every able bodied person we can! Seriously, are you dicking around with me mother?"

“Again with the crudeness of a common sailor. Where you ever learned to speak such a way isn't the foggiest to me."

“To fock with this." Lyndis searched around the room, eyes never lingering more than a moment. “Bring me to father. He'll be the voice of reason around here. Clearly you're more insane than you've ever been."

“Lyndis." Cordenth coughed, “Perhaps it isn't the best plan to insult the queen we need help from?"

“She's my bloody mother. She acts like a twat she's going to be treated as such."

He sighed and twitched his tail. So much for keeping this civil. Though this might have held up longer than he thought. They were going to be lucky if they weren't throne into the dungeons. “Ah.."

The queen was of the same mind it seemed, her eyes finally narrowing. Patience had clearly worn thin. “Is this all you wish to say to me? I'll say that we had need of you quite some time ago, yet you were galivanting around. If anyone is to be cross, it is I!"

Murmurs bubbled up within the nobles, questions abounding of Lyndis' words. They spoke of undeath, Struport, and the possibility of it spreading to Tregaron. They watched the pair like a herd of deer, wondering where the argument would sway.

“That's right my countrymen." Lyndis smirked, gesturing to them. “As you sit behind these walls, the undead gather and spread. If they're not halted now, then the consequences will be dire. So call to her now, beg for things to be done. I know my father will listen to me, let's get her on the same page as well!"

Inspiring words to be sure, some might say they'd rouse people to action. Not this queen however. Though it did shift her brow, and the anger Cordenth saw there shifted away. They instead fell to the empty throne beside her, and summoned a heavy sigh. The talk was put to an end when she rose her hand. “Very well daughter. I've heard you and your dragon friend's words."

“He's more than that." Lyndis beamed, sliding a mischievous arm around his waist.

Usually he'd have been happy to embrace her back but not under so many gasps from the collective nobles and the vitriolic look that the queen was now giving them. He chuckled weakly as the walls seemed to press in on either side of him. “You're not supposed to actively be making this worse." He whispered to Lyndis as the queen continued on.

“Don't think your words have fallen on deaf ears." The queen eyed the curious nobles around. “For the punishment of Elthian will be postponed until I have a chat with my daughter. That way she can be made privillage to all the wrongdoings he's been getting up to. Then we can discuss the aid that Struport will receive, and what shape it will take. Will that be more acceptable to you daughter?"

“It's a start." The rogue snapped back, pulling Cordenth tighter as the nobles continued with excited whispers.

Lyndis winked back at him as muscles still trembled and twitched as guards yanked free their webbed rifles. Despite the success the dread coiling in Cordenth's gut wouldn't stop its wiggling. Perhaps it was just his experience with his own mother whispering this wasn't the only battle they'd have to have.

“Don't worry." Lyndis whispered to him with a smile. “Once my father gets involved, she'll listen."

With a heavy sigh the meeting was to be set, during the evening dinner and without any prying eyes. When asked of her father, the queen did give pause. Though she recovered while placing her hands behind her, composing herself.

“We'll discuss his whereabouts as well." She nodded to the again whispering nobles. “As he is currently ensuring that we're all remaining safe against the Lumarian threat.

They were still a threat? Cordenth held the princess close. They hadn't seen a speck of Lumara in Drenedar, not that Lyndis had told him. The only one she'd recounted was the airship from before. Ferrying supplies to some of the more troubled towns throughout the lands. Though they didn't challenge the queen this time on her proclamation, turning to leave instead with Lyndis' smile.

Certain this was to cool the heads of the twin firey woman, they set a course for the streets far below. After of course Lyndis shed herself of the royal attire. Even when she was reminded she'd have to don them again, she sighed and responded with an eye roll.

From the castle they strolled to the streets too small for his true form, hugging the sides to avoid the bustling amount of people going about their day. Even though he could slip among them, numerous obstacles threatened to disrupt his tail. Carriages and baskets of all shapes and sizes were just the perfect size for his trailing appendage. Several moments he avoided a disaster, sighing as he was still more conscious than his red scaled friend.

Somehow the towering buildings were ever more imposing from the street proper, truly letting him witness the sheer scope of the city. So tiny was he, so insignificant against the back drop of their numbers. No wonder dragons had been forced to hide their snouts. Elfs, wolven and even solitary kobolds could be spotted among the sea of bustling humans.

Each of them were well dressed peoples, more so than Struport's poverty stricken refugees. Thick leathers, embroidered with silvery thread, silken robes woven tight around muscular frames, the people of Tregaron seemed of one mind in regards to self-care. Their hair was well kept and clearly washed; skin moisturized to a sparkling sheen. Nails were trimmed, eyes filled with life. No hardship was painted across any of their faces. They even had a group of uniformed individuals spreading through the streets, using spells or brooms to sweep away droppings of wolfs or dirt in no time at all. Each inch left in their wake was practically new, smelling of fresh lavender leaves.

As they traveled and explored the tight streets, Lyndis stopped to point out things from her youth. There was the tavern of many faces, with a mascaraed mask hanging on the door. She spun tales of adventurers that would swing in, enchant her with stories of their exploits. When she snuck out of the castle of course. Then there was the steaming dragon smithy, a warm place run by an even warmer dwarf. Where the aspiring princess had plucked her first weapon, a shortsword she wished to still have this very day.

“Lost it to a rust monster." She laughed, “Disintegrated before my very eyes."

They eventually found their way from the tighter areas to the outskirt stables, where the horses and direwolves were kept. The muscled knights here were undergoing vigerous training. Through riding and swordplay they spread about the practice yard, as their mounts watched on from separate pens.

Cordenth in a way was glad there were no pegsasai to be found. It made no chance that they'd share the air with him. Talk soon shifted to various plays that were being held within the city walls. Ones that would enchant or bring imagination to life. They were heralded by a halfling atop a crate within the street, proclaiming that these were the best stories they'd ever seen. With dazzling spells and astounding actors.

“You'll not be disappointed!"

He bet he could do better, insisting that mother's plays had shown him the way. Lyndis was quick to point at his snout, and dare him to show her so. “I bet you want to be enchanted with ivory keys as well. Or perhaps a harp left out of sight!"

“But of course! He laughed, pulling her close, nuzzling her nose with his. His smile was honest as it'd ever been. “Ivory keys though. The harp pales in comparison to it's enlightening tune."

She sighed, leaning up against him as they returned to slowly strolling through the streets. “How'd a dragon like you get sold on the piano?"

“Something about the pitch." He shivered, picturing the way they traveled down his spine. “Used to have a maid that played for me, sent shivers down my scales. “Her fingers were like magic put to the keys."

“Look at me." She rolled her eyes. “Leanin up on the most cliché dragon around. Falls for maids, servants and even princesses." She rolled her eyes as they passed a packed coach, selling various knickknacks to the surrounding crowd. “Are you going to fall for a knight next?"

“Of course not. That's err…not a top desire of mine!" He tried to play off her suspicious stare. “Okay yes. I did enjoy her companionship, but we were only friends!"

“Uhuh. Then why are your frills turning greener?" Her sinful fingers prodded his twitching appendages. “They seem to be conspiring against you."

He didn't dare look at her, trying to hide his frills by pinning them to his snout.

“That doesn't help you know."

“Well its embarrassing to think of her like that!"

“Sure." She touched his nose.

“So uh…about your adventuring days." He nervously laughed, hoping to steer the conversation away from his theoretical activities with said maid. To which the air soon was aglow with the rogue's tales once more, letting him breath a relaxed sigh. His favorite one involved a Lumarian patrol that ended up subdued and robbed, and their weapons distributed among those that stood up to them.

“And you just took jobs from anyone who paid? Sounds as though you were no different than a common criminal."

“That's the way it was starting out." She shrugged, “Did what you could for money or connections. Anything was better than the castle. It wasn't until I got braver that the idea of picking or choosing became a thing. Only thing that mattered was that I was bloody free."

“I can see the appeal." He pulled her close, kissing upon her cheek with an awkward nose boop.

The mistake was quickly recitifed as the pair locked lips with one another. His digits clung to her, the tail wrapped around her, he was drawn in by every soft groan into his snout. They fell against a nearby stone wall, forgetting everything else. It was only when minutes had passed and he opened his eye did he catch the form of two blue tabard wielding guards at the end of their current street, unmoving and eyes upon them. Either they were transfixed by the idea of a dragon and half-elf showing romance to one another, or they were being followed.

“How long have they been keeping out an eye?" His eyes narrowed at the two guards adjusted the silver buttons along their cloaks. “It would appear as though your mother doesn't trust us."

“To be fair. The first thing we did was wander through the street and start snogging."

He went to speak but found no words. “Fair enough."

Lyndis shrugged, leaning into him with a disappointed sigh, “Though I;m surprised it took you this long, they've been following us since we left the castle."

“They have!" How his frills flared in alarm. He suspected his senses were dulled in this form, but here it was confirmed. “Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugged, “They were doing such a bad job I didn't know if I should take it serious. Besides, we'd have handled them if anything happened."

“They were just spying on us!"

“And I hope they got quite the show." She smirked, groping at his haunches.

The guards looked away, whistling to themselves.

“Hey chaps!" Lyndis waved over Cordenth's shoulder. “Games up! The dragon finally saw you! If you're going to be this ruddy bad at your jobs, might as well come over and say hello! I can guarantee he doesn't bite!"

“That hard." Cordenth chuckled below his breath, earning a resounding smack to his scales.

“Behave you. Say that a bit louder and I might make you apologize."

“You wouldn't dare. I'm most polite."

“Want to put that to the test?" Her grin told him all he needed to know.

“How would you even-“

The rogue winked, pinching her fingers. “Heard frills are mighty sensitive."

“And so is half elf skin for nipping." He counted with a snort. “Tread carefully."

True to their word the guards padded over, exchanging mortified looks as they composed their polished scale armor. One was a fair skinned human, sporting a navy scarf, the other an elf with eyes as hard as steel. Of the two, she seemed to be the hardier, sporting a crossbow slung to her back and half a dozen weapons strapped to her legs and waist.

“Guess we have ta be introducing ourselves don't we? Mayfly here couldn't help stompin away!" The elf rolled her eyes, accent like a dwarf as the smacked the human across the back. “Ya settin a bad example for da both of us!"

“It's not my fault she's got the eyes of an elf!" The guy protested, glancing away as the adventurer caught his eye. “Maybe you'd have liked it better if you went by yourself?"

“Sometimes I might have! We wouldn't be havin this conversation! But no..Look at me, wee human has ta stick his nose into everytin!"

“To be fair." Lyndis shrugged, “Between my eyes and the dragons, I doubt you'd have faired much better at all. You trained me well Keerla."

“See Keerla?" The guy planted his spear with a grin, “It didn't matter. Queen Elizabeth sent us on a fruitless task."

Keerla rolled her emerald eyes, flicking back her blonde, braided hair. “And how easily you celebrate failure is beyond me. Should I be cheerin when ya stub yer toe too?"

To Cordenth's amusement the fellow guard nodded.

They introduced themselves amidst the grumbles as Keerla and Jeriah smiled. At first, they were reluctant to say exactly why the queen was having them followed, but that soon changed when he reminded the pair they were speaking to their future queen.

“Of course mum!" Jeriah practically bowed to his boots, while Keerla simply nodded.

“Yer makin a fool of yerself. She not be the queen yet."

“But she will be!" He stood straight, cheeks flustered as he adjusted his iron cap of a helm. “And that makes her opinion of us very important."

“By all means continue. I'll enjoy the show."

“Well you see." Jeriah turned back to then, his sly smirking elf of a partner forgotten. “Queen Elizabeth was every suspicious of your motives, even despite your candid nature. So we were trail you along, report anything strange, and report if big and green ugly wanted to overtake the throne!"

“Big and ugly?" He almost snarled in response, but Lyndis' palm to his chest stopped him.

“You are he's right her correct." Lyndis head simply gestured to his frills. “Dragons don't like being insulted. At least to their faces."

“I completely agree my green scaled sir." Jeriah sputtered, wiping his ever sweating brow, “Minor slip of the bleeding tongue if you understand. Not my words, only the queens comin out of me mouth."

“Don't tell him that you daft bastard!" Keerla fumed, tossing up her arms. “Think of all the trouble you be causing the queen. Unless you lookin to end your life quicker than time itself, then please do continue."

'Right. Forget you heard that last bit. Meant nothing by it. She thinks you're both lovely." Jeriah's fake smile was on full display, only ceasing when he realized they weren't buying it. His head sulked, along with his arms to a comical degree. “Please don't tell her. I'm already striding on thin ice as it is."

“Sure sure." Lyndis leaned in, pulling up the man's chin. “since everyone has been dodging around the question, answer it for me."

“Sure thing miss." Jeriah winced.

“Where is my father?"

“Wait…the queen didn't tell you?" Jeriah stuttered, adjusting his helm as it jumbled in surprise. “How could she not?"

The air stilled, a cold wind swept over the street, shivering scale, and skin alike. Cordenth turned to Lyndis, expecting what was to come. His arm slid around her as she stood without words, pulling her close against him. Before he could speak she was on the defensive.

“Stop dancing around it." She stood tall, folding her hands behind her. In a breeze she was the spitting image of her mother. “I'm not some focken child. Did he die? Done away with as he stood up to Lumara?"

Jeriah's hands went to his neck, rubbing up and down as he sputtered and tried to force the answer pass his lips. “Well you see princess-“

“What the bloke is trying to get across, is that he went missing a few months back." Keerla cut him off with a palm. “Ya think you'd have the backbone ta say it. So ya princess that what be up."

Though one might think she might be troubled, the half-elf looked hardly so. She threw her head back, cackling in laughter.

“Lyndis…I know you're laughing off the pain." He stumbled through what words came to him. How could you calm someone over the death of their father?

“Im not laughin in sadness you daft fool." She brushed away his caring hand. “Just laughin at the scenario. It happened all the time as I was growin. He and the lads go on a secret mission for months at a time, no one knows where he went. So only the knights and my mother knows, its all hush hush so no one can spill the beans."

“You think so?" Cordenth tilted his head, letting the rogue's laugh quell his tribulation rippling through his chest.

“Well if you're happy then." Jeriah chuckled nervously, “I suppose the rest of us can be to." He nudged Keerla, “Why didn't ya tell me this happened before? Yer making me look like a ruddy fool."

The elf stayed silent, merely letting everyone have their relief filled laugh. “When are you to return to castle? If I recall you're supper will be upon us." She gestured to the setting son. “Or had you forgotten?"

“To be honest." Lyndis held him closer. “Sorta did. As you can imagine, whole dinner thing with me mum? Totally on the least looked forward to things of the day."

“What about securing the reinforcements?" He pulled up her chin, and instead of the confidence and courage he usually found, he instead found a sea of swirling troubles.

“Yea…That I suppose makes it alright." She squeezed him tight. “Well go on then. Do your job and lead us back."

“You sure?" Jeriah asked.

Lyndis and Cordenth nodded in reply.

Without any more words to be said, the pair followed in the guard's passing. The steady thumps of their boots and feet becoming the only sound to grace them. As the winter winds started to pick up, so did the number of people begin to dwindle and disperse. Yet the aura around Cordenth's princess grew ever colder. He could only hold her tight, sharing what courage he could, knowing the pit growing in her heart. Perhaps she hadn't been as truthful as he'd have thought. One thing was for certain, the dinner was sure to be a most interest affair.