She hated the pompous courtiers—the women dressed in all their elegant silky fae gowns and the men in their gilt-laden tunics. She had no need of the ostentatious banquets or the gossiping and intrigue. Preferring the mountains and forests, the caves, her own small keep, and her kind to all this, she bit her tongue, held her head high, and stalked straight for the main doors of the castle where the dragon fae ruled. The dragon fae. She snorted. They were shadows of themselves of a time gone by when they were truly the dragon fae. Like she still was. Two men dressed in royal tunics identifying them as part of the servant staff, hurried to open the doors for her. Women gathered in annoying little clusters twittering among themselves in the marble hall stopped speaking to one another when one of them pointed her out. Yes. She was dragon fae. But not one of them. And she was dangerous. She glanced in their direction, studied each of them in turn, made them visibly pale, and she smiled.
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