He rubbed his thumb over the paper again in contemplation. The words delicately scrawled over the parchment had assaulted his peace of mind for several hours already. As a King he didn’t appreciate such things, he would have much rather been commanding the attention of his two favorite consorts, their sinfully naked bodies tantalized him even in that moment. But the moment he looked down again those thoughts turned to ash and his mouth dried up like the great deserts across the seas. ‘My people claim to have seen a dragon…’ He could have scoffed at such a notion. King Reynal knew nothing, his head was stuffed with crab shells and booze. Mostly just booze. Yet the letter he had written was far too sobering to be a farce or a joke. ‘Glittering red scal

