On the contrary, in this circular Supreme Dragon Court, the elder Gold Dragons and Silver Dragons surrounding it were almost entirely Ancient Dragons or even more venerable Elder Dragons. Each one was imposing and majestic, like a marble sculpture in a blizzard; they only lacked orbs in their mouths to perfectly resemble the stone lions outside a police station.
No wonder Father Dragon had been eyeing that other dragon's daughter. If she was in her prime, perhaps they could have a passionate encounter before she became completely infertile upon entering old age. His youngest daughter might not have been much older than me...
Attilicia, who knew her son better than anyone, quickly flicked the tip of her tail against David's rump.
"His Majesty the Dragon King is watching you, show some respect," she chastised.
David, scratching his rear with his tail tip, had no choice but to somewhat rein in his overly audacious gaze.
