And how seriously unfortunate that was when Riley had always loved the sea.
Yet here he was, standing in the middle of a dragon hall, suddenly convinced that someone had just spilled an entire bucket of fish brine into the air.
The others didn't seem to notice, nor did they care. Even Kael, who Riley thought would be the first to grimace at the faint stink of "fish market chic," didn't so much as twitch.
Maybe the guy always smelled this way? Maybe they were used to it? Or maybe, Riley thought with deep suspicion, Chancellor Malrik Veyth just really liked the sea.
Wouldn't surprise him if the man had a private saltwater pool somewhere, carved out by handmaids, complete with imported coral and a school of decorative fish swimming laps around his bathtub. Dragons had that kind of energy.
