"What are they doing, Your Majesty?" V asked, startled as she instinctively stepped back, bewildered to see the seven colossal dragons—who had just landed before her—bowing with solemn reverence.
Their long necks stretched forward, their eyes shimmering with genuine kindness.
Their wings unfurled wide a few times, as if brimming with joy and anticipation at V's arrival.
Their breaths steamed softly into the air. Their once-imposing features now gentled.
Just like Emer Algon, who always longed for V to stroke his head back in Oakhaven during their past encounters. Perhaps this was dragon body language—a kind of unspoken gesture when they favored someone.
Along with bowing, their long necks would arch forward as they lowered their horned, scaled heads close to her.
"They like you, wife," Ares stated, his arms still wrapped around her in a warm embrace. "They used to act this way with Silas. Now they're showing you the same sweetness. That's good.
