The White Dragon comes

The Truth and The Reasons

( Kothar ) A soft exhale escaped his lips as he roamed the estate. Each step making the floor creak. In thought, he shook his head and softly chuckled. "That woman... I'm getting mixed feelings being here and from her... Damn woman, make up your mind." He sighed again dismissing the thought from his head. His hunger was filled... for now... He had already exited the kitchen and had been roaming for a while now. He went from room to room once again. Getting familiar with the estate. He wasn't necessarily looking for anything or any room in particular. As he walked the hall a few maids bumped into each other dropping their belongings that they held. Books, cleaning supplies, etc. Kothar simply looked down at them wondering how such a thing had happened. The three maids looked up at him scanning his body thoroughly. " What are you looking at!?!" He yelled he disliked eyes staring at him for long periods of time. "S-sorry Sir." One had said quickly, aiming her head down towards the floor beginning to pick up her belongings. The other two followed right behind her. As they had finished picking up their items they looked at each other and in Unison, nodded, then continued on their way past him getting a good look at his backside. Though this time Kothar did not notice and continued walking. The maids and handmaids, butlers, and guards seemed to be everywhere. It irritated him. The final room he entered was a room full of seats, it had been the throne room, but Kothar did not notice this. He closes the door behind him and locks the door to get away from the crowded spaces. He growled slightly. Then began to try to relax. His shirt was still missing, but his pants remained he leaned his back against the door gently letting out a soft exhale. "" This woman.... "

( Lyla ) Today was going to be a long one, she could already tell. Eyes were definitely following the male. Everyone was recklessly curious about the dragon. The last time his kind was in the Empire things did not end well. Many rumors were spreading about the Empress and the White Dragon. A maid was in the seller picking up the bars stock of wine, along with two other women. The eldest of the two named Dawn Spoke up. " Do you think we will ever have children in this castle again?" A younger female shrugged before speaking up. " I don't think so, since the moment of his arrival, they have been arguing." Dawn nodded and laughed " I think she likes him, honestly if she didn't he would not be staying in the castle. Regardless of the threat, Lyla would not allow someone bend her power and authority. If it was anyone else she would've laughed in their faces and accepted the challenge." A woman in the back who was stocking the seller spoke up. " Perhaps she has become weak" With that said Dawn walked up to the woman slapping her face, causing a bottle she was holding to crash against the floor. The echo filled the stagnant room. Dawn snarled. " You young ones didn't live in the glory of her power. So I will overlook your ignorance and not report what you said. You've only heard stories, I've lived them." The woman walked away to finish her duties. Before walking out of hearing range she would spit out " clean it up before you cut yourself." At this time a handful of maids was stocking Kothar to the request of the Empress. They had to get measurements of his body so they could tailor the requested suit. Lyla was surprised to see that the man that was seen at the door was not already to the throne room. She waved for a local guard to come near, " find the new arrival, perhaps he had gotten lost." The guard left the room after bowing to Lyla. The woman huffed and walked to her cold throne. She hates sitting on the throne, overlooking an empty room and having no one to keep her company. Lyla sighed and pressed her back against one of the arms rests as her long legs dangled off the opposite arm. The woman's legs were only seventy-five percent covered by her boots and rather short attire. Her legs were always one thing that didn't lose their plumpness. Thick thighs of undertoned muscles, overlaid with silk ivory skin. Lyla was starting to haze until the noise of someone entering the throne room caused her to turn her head. She sighed softly under her breath, He muttered something that was easily picked up by her ears. Lyla allowed him to continue what he was saying for a half minute. He seemed irritated seeming to try to escape something or someones. It had come to a realization that it was possible her handmaidens took a direct approach to getting his size. Lyla covered her mouth in an attempt to muffle a chuckle. Enough time had passed she spoke up. She placed her hands behind her head as she re-crossed her legs over the arm of the throne. " Who we talking about? "