The Golden Dragon's Princess
He looked down at me, his violet eyes gentle.
“You do not need to fear, Liera,” he murmured. “You are under a dragon’s protection. In the hierarchy of brethren, dragons are equal to the royal Fae.”
At the far end of the chamber was an arrangement of thrones, all beautifully carved from white crystal and padded with white furs. A hush fell, and eyes turned to the side. Through a doorway, a stately group of people entered, gloriously dressed in floating fabrics, cloth of gold, rich furs, and shimmering with jewels. The king and queen of the Fae, from their arraignment, beauty, and dignity, although they wore no crowns to indicate their status.
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