The next day arrived quicker than I had expected, and the dragon king seemed ready to put on a show. He had gathered his entire court, and they all stared at me expectantly as I entered the arena.
Yeah, the whole place looks like it belongs to Rome. I call it an arena, but it is more of a coliseum. It has stone walls that rise high into the sky, with rows upon rows of seats carved into the stone, filled with dragons of all ages and ranks.
The court sat close to the king, and Astion had already taken his seat.
Varianlir was still by my side, but he would soon have to leave to sit close to his father.
He was still the prince, after all.
When the rest of the dragons noticed my presence, murmurs among the crowd started to erupt, making the ground beneath us begin to buzz.
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