Chapter Seventy.
The Dragon King Johan refused to rise to his feet to greet Fitz, annoyance at the wolf beating him at his own waiting game etched upon his face. However, the Snow King was not going to back down from the power play and immediately took charge of the situation.
“Shall we begin?” Fitz stretched out his hand and grasped Johans from above, ensuring his hand was the one on top. Fitz did not shake the hand of his enemy; he just held it firmly in his grasp. It was another play of dominance before he took a seat opposite Johan.
“What is this meeting about?” Johan inquired, looking almost nonchalant.
“Well, firstly, congratulations on awakening from your hibernation, may you have a blessed century,” Fitz opened the conversation with the traditional dragon’s greeting.
Joha
