Nope.
He wasn't crazy.
At least, Riley hoped he wasn't.
Riley shook his head, attempting to clear his mind because he couldn't possibly be that wrong.
They were treating this like he was the unhinged one.
After a moment of internal screaming, Riley gathered what little courage he had left.
"Forgive me, My Lord, My Lady," he said, voice polite but very clearly stressed. "But I think I may be misunderstanding the situation. Would it be alright if I… asked for clarification?"
He tried to keep it respectful. Very respectful. Because when you were seated across from two ancient dragons, and seated next to a younger but still ancient, always-angry dragon, the last thing you wanted was to accidentally sound like you were doubting their glorious status.
"I mean," he added, fumbling slightly, "I know it's an honor to serve the dragons. It's just… I'm not sure I'm worthy of such a position."
That was the safest wording he could manage. Hopefully.
