"Nysera..." Her name tumbled out of Draekon's lips, which curved upwards in a calm, courteous smile.
"Lovely to meet you, Your Majesty." She bowed, her voice just as royal as she looked.
"The pleasure is mine."
He nodded, taking his eyes off of her instantly and turning towards Merakkai, who ushered him to the table reserved for he and his chiefs.
"Please make yourselves comfortable."
They all got sitted, looking across the other tables which were occupied by the DragonBorn royal officials.
Merakkai smiled, clapping his hands once. A sharp sound that broke the stillness.
At once, a line of maidens stepped out from the shadows. There were twelve of them, each draped in thin gold fabrics that shimmered like liquid sunlight.
Their skin was dusted with bronze powder, and their hair
