“Greetings, My Lords.” Alexis bowed. She was getting used to the constant sign of respect, but her legs and back ached from its repetition.
‘So, this is the mortal our Ladyship has brought to us,’ the red male pressed uncomfortably close. His eyes glistened as he snuffed in Alexis’s face. ‘You don’t smell of Fay.’
‘Restrain yourself!’ a gruff voice commanded. An old turquoise dragon stepped into view.
‘Yes, Elder,’ the red dragon bowed, backing away from Alexis.
The Elder crawled on short limbs. His bulging belly dragged on the ground as he lumbered along.
‘This is her Royal Highness, heir to the Milagrian throne. We are sworn to protect her,’ the turquoise dragon reminded them, as if it was a lesson that should never be forgotten. ‘She is here as a guest of our Ladyship and with
