Monica stood before him with a soft, measured smile, her hands folded neatly in front of her. Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side, as if she were studying a rare flower in bloom.
"L–Lady Monica," Florian stammered, his eyes wide. His pulse jumped erratically in his throat.
Above him, Azure's grip on his hair tightened possessively, sharp little claws pricking his scalp. The dragon's low growl reverberated against him, a warning rumble.
Monica's gaze flicked toward Azure, and though she clearly noticed the sound, her expression never wavered.
Calm.
Serene.
Unfazed.
"And this must be His Majesty's dragon," she said smoothly, her voice like silk over glass. "A pleasure to meet you."
"Graahh." Azure's growl deepened, louder this time, teeth bared.
Florian tensed immediately, panic flashing through him. 'He's going to attack her—oh God, not here, not now.' He clutched at Azure quickly, his voice sharp. "Go look for Cashew and stay with him."
