The Exiled Dragon
Amora sighed her hand over her heart.
"We will send some of our warriors, just in case. They had left just as you arrived," Orion said, standing tall. He was wearing a long white jacket over his bare chest; bits of gold threading and expensive-looking leaf jewels stood out on the neck of his collar, all the way down to the bottom of his jacket. Willa wore something similar, except a tea-length dress and a low-cut top.
"We will have a lot of fun. We can do a spa day. Remember when we did that, Amora?" Amora nodded slowly, her heart still clutching her chest.