She was a female dragon child dressed in the finest of silk in the green and gold of the House of Anktooth. Perhaps five in age, she was a tiny, delicate creature standing between the three warriors. Her reptilian eyes, with their blue vertical-shaped pupils in dull gray eyeballs, stared up at me in wondrous awe. I confess, I stared with awe at her as well. There had been rumors, of course, during the year’s siege of such a creature existing. Yet no one had observed her. Only whispers of her presence circulated among us when we rested our weary bones during the night. But to believe a Pearl Princess actually lived within the walls of Ank was too much to accept. Until now.
She was a Pearl Princess. Her pebbled skin was the color of a dull off-white and the circle of tiny horns, no bigger
