Kenzo
I stand, staring out the window as I listen to my rider thrusting and grunting with his latest conquest. He’s supposedly trying out elves to see who may make an appropriate queen. So far, he’s f****d them then moved on. I know from being in his mind that he has no intention of making any of them his queen.
And I’m the lucky dragon who has to stand by and listen. Faeler was suspicious of others trying to kill him off before, but now that we’ve returned from the conclave and heard that the others have finally decided to wage war against the elves who continue to go after dragons, he’s positively paranoid.
“Yes, My King! Yes! Yes!”
“That’s right, take your king’s c**k!” he growls.
At least the last one was quiet. This one seems to think that if she’s vocal enough he’ll choose her.
