Meanwhile.
Armand Island Dock.
Hesbeirn stood with his arms crossed, several Armand royal guards lined up on both sides of the gangplank. He let out a weary exhale the moment the warship's gangplank lowered.
A beautiful catgirl stepped onto the dock. Her long, flowing hair caught the afternoon light, cascading past her shoulders in waves of deep, rich color. Her dress was elegant and regal, fitted perfectly to her figure, her full breasts bouncing gently with each hurried step.
Her face was beautiful, sharp, and dignified, but pure annoyance was written across every line of it. Her brow was furrowed, her lips pressed thin, her eyes burning with frustration.
Hesbeirn placed his fist over his left chest and bowed slightly. The Armand royal guards followed his lead.
"Welcome, Your Majesty, Queen of the Beastkin Empire."
"Hush, Hesbeirn."
The Queen crossed her arms in front of him, her tail bristling behind her.
"Save the formality. I'm not in the mood for it."
