“General Ken, welcome,” The King greeted someone as they walked into the throne. Olivia glanced over her shoulder and taken by the General.
She was tall and muscled; she tanned from days of being under the sun and she had faded scars on her temple, arms and legs. Her blood red hair was short in a pixie haircut and eyes were two different colours, one was grey and other was red. Her outfit made it show that she was a woman, she wore an armour that looked like a swimming custom showing her thick toned thighs which once had a large fire design tattoo. Her dragon mark. Then she had a blood red cape trailing behind her and she wore iron boots that reached her knees that were pointy but did not bother her.
She kneeled before the King, “your Grace.” She said in a serious tone, but loud voice an
