Wouldn’t the dragon make a ruckus?

The Dulston’s stood outside the palace waiting for Mira and group to come out for a long time.

“Dad why don’t we go home now and see Mira in the morning?” First brother asked with a conflicted expression; he couldn’t bear to his father’s anxious expression. He was also worried that Mira might not like them once she knew who they were. He didn’t want his father’s enthusiasm to be met with disappointment.

“How will we….”

“Aldrin knows the way. He has been there several times.” First brother, Albert, knew what his father wanted to ask.

“Really??” Lord Dulston was not convinced; he knitted his brows “Why?”

“Must be to eat delicious food.” Third brother, Alwyn chuckled.

“We are business partners.” Aldrin decided to ignore third brother and spoke in a serious tone. He would never admit third brother was right.

“What business?” Lord Dulston was even more confused.

“He would eat all the dishes served to him.” Third brother kept mucking around.

“Mira’s husband makes the slate stand for