Every story he told, every poem he recited in the Silent Goblet was bought outright, compiled into collections. They were then bound in ornate, deluxe editions and sold at exorbitant prices to the highborn ladies and wives of the great factions.
Lola was one of the many victims of those deluxe editions.
"Orion, that kid of yours... there's some serious power in his bloodline."
The compliment, and the confirmation, came from the Sea-Drake King Neptor himself.
"Lord Neptor, your own young princess is even more remarkable. Her spark is a rarity in all of Stoneheart," Orion replied, the acknowledgement making the Sea-Drake King swell with pride.
Neptor had many children, but few were officially recognized and granted a title. Lola was one of them, her talent so immense she had the potential to one day reach the rank of archlord.
"Don't tell me you two are already thinking of a match," chimed in the White Dragon Frostsire, a sly grin on the old-timer's face as he sipped his wine.
