"No, my lord. The queen rules from Sarthal. Her Sovereign is a true dragon, with holdings far beyond our city. You won't be expected to present yourselves to her."
Ayame's fingers tightened against his sleeve beneath the edge of the crate.
An actual dragon owned the continent ahead of them.
Quinlan stared at the sprawling land on Narethi's chart, trying to imagine the being who could claim all of it. He wanted to see her. The desire arrived so strongly that he had to remind himself they were discussing someone whose attention might be extraordinarily dangerous.
They had met primordials. He had a demon living inside him. Even so, hearing that a dragon lived across this sea filled him with an excitement he couldn't dismiss as childish.
This was part of what he had wanted from coming here. Creatures he had only imagined, places he couldn't predict, a world that could still leave him staring in wonder.
