Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen.
Eliza giggled as Fitz still chuntered under his breath about privacy, or the lack thereof, in the Ice palace, as they descended down the rear stone spiral staircase to the King's office, for the meeting with the dragons. Augustine waited patiently, whilst his squadron of dragons were given a hearty breakfast in the warrior dining hall.
“Your majesties,” the young dragon said, bowing his head in reverence to the king and queen, as Eliza gave him a wide smile, and the king bobbed his head once in recognition.
“Please, come in,” the queen said, grateful that the dragons had offered their assistance.
As they entered the Kings office, Fitz took his seat behind the large acorn wood desk, before pulling his angel onto his lap, then indicated with his hand f
