Soon the meeting between the Queen and the Dragon chief has come to an end. They have agreed on the alliance and formed a bond close enough to be called family.
As they made their way out of the restaurant, the Queen and Friga were walking slowly at the back.
“I know your kind has different traditions and stuff from our kind, but we both cherish our other half.” The Queen said and Friga nodded.
“Yes, but what are you pointing out your majesty?”
“I believe your son is paired with one of my Elites,” Camilla told her and Friga furrowed her eyebrows.
“My son? Which one? And how did you know?” Friga asked.
“His thoughts are so loud that I can hear them even from a distance. He wanted to be with her but he is somehow torn. I believe it has something to do with a tradition.” Queen Camilla
