Dragon Queen.
Like a dog, she thought to herself but when Hegi pulled the chair out and she made to sit until a sharp voice from the door halted her.
"You will not sully the queen's seat with your filthiness."
All eyes in the hall turned to the presence at the door. Mare remembered her from the painting she had stopped to stare at on the day of the Dragon's birth celebration, the day when her troubles truly began.
It was the princess of Arlankis and her golden hair, much like the prince's was pulled back. Hers was twisted into a series of complicated braids, short tendrils of unruly hair framed a perfectly boned face. Her eyes, like the rest of the family, were an icy blue that spoke volumes of her hatred
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