010: The Elf King

[Carnelia]

Everything in my body clenches. I feel my nails elongating into talons as I gaze at the pair.

“Breathe, Little Sister, Breathe.”

I force myself to tear my eyes away from Primus and the Queen. Twisting my head around to face Ona, I see that her internal fire matches the strength of mine. She raises my hand to her chest and takes deep breaths until I do the same. “Don’t give in. She wants you to be angry. If you are angry you will make a mistake, and if you make a mistake, we will lose everything--the treaty, the cure, everything. If you attack her now it will mean another war only this time our gates are open and the royal family is on the surface.”

She is right. Damn it, she is right.

I retract my talons, taking on a more human appearance as is polite during a royal function. It is considered rude to appear too dragonish--it’s akin to showing up at a banquet with weapons.

At the very least you might be considered a rude guest.

At worst--treasonous.

I am dazzled by