Dominic led the odd convoy toward the overloaded bus that had broken away from the other refugees.
The driver brought it to a gentle stop in front of Dominic, who had brought his mechanical horse to a stop in the overgrown cart path.
"Greetings Lord Wistover! We had been informed that one of the old bloodline had taken charge of Wistover, but we didn't dare to dream that it would actually be true." The driver shouted out his window.
The people on the side of the bus began to climb down and come forward.
At first, Dominic was concerned, but they all came to touch his leg, then bowed and backed away. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.
They worshipped the old Royal bloodline, and he was obviously Dragonkin, with a force of trolls behind him.
"My Lord, how should we address you?" One of the older men asked.
"You may address me as the Duke of Wistover. That is the title I have earned from the King of Cygnia, who now controls all of Stansia Province."
