The Dragon Rider Book 2 + 3
"Please take my sincere apologies, my Queen."
Stepping towards Arzan with a smirk, Anna gazed down at the man. "Do you bring me news?"
"Yes, my Queen." Standing to his feet, Arzan pulled out a black sword. Along its blade was writing in old elvish language. The elves were wiped out more than thirty years ago on the night of the Red Moon. It was thought the entire race was killed, and along with it their magic.
Turning to one of the Rogues near the door, Arzan nodded. Bowing, the Rogue moved back inside. Smiling, Arzan gazed at his soon-to-be Queen. "I also have a gift for you."