"Good. I'll implore you not to attack anyone but zose zat I do. Ve don't need a var, but ve need to make tis vork for peace. Tis King has caused too much damage and I don't mean just to you. He has vrong his own putting teir lives on ze line and costing some teir families just as you vere. Not everyone here likes him. Just too afraid to try to do anyting on teir own," he whispered to her softly. He wanted her to understand, that yes the King was horrible but not all dragons were like him.
He looked over and gave her a small smile. He stopped outside the throne room and looked up st the massive doors. Voices could be heard inside. He could sense royals there too. The King of this castle would be there, but in truth he had no idea of the other royals would move to defend the king or help him die. A part of him worried for Bri because of that. His kind had a reputation, but she didn't. He would have to make sure they knew if they attacked her, he would take it as a personal slight.
His fingers traced the door and for a second regret filled his eyes and then was gone. He never took pleasure in this. This always hurt him on a deep level to be truthful. He didn't like killing for sport, but this one deserved it. Still old memories haunted him. "Bri are you ready? Once I open this door tere is no going back. Ve vill have to act."
His fingers closed around the door handle. He would not open it until she said she was ready. But at the same time he was also readying himself. "And Bri- I trust you."
He looked over and gave her a small smile. He stopped outside the throne room and looked up st the massive doors. Voices could be heard inside. He could sense royals there too. The King of this castle would be there, but in truth he had no idea of the other royals would move to defend the king or help him die. A part of him worried for Bri because of that. His kind had a reputation, but she didn't. He would have to make sure they knew if they attacked her, he would take it as a personal slight.
His fingers traced the door and for a second regret filled his eyes and then was gone. He never took pleasure in this. This always hurt him on a deep level to be truthful. He didn't like killing for sport, but this one deserved it. Still old memories haunted him. "Bri are you ready? Once I open this door tere is no going back. Ve vill have to act."
His fingers closed around the door handle. He would not open it until she said she was ready. But at the same time he was also readying himself. "And Bri- I trust you."
