Obviously not.
The delegate's spine trembled just looking at that human—that human—who had dared to utter such words so calmly, as if taunting them was his profession.
At first, he had thought about fighting back. Maybe even throwing out a few sharp remarks of his own. But when he turned his head, intending to capitalize on the dragon lord's likely annoyed reaction to this cretin who was overstepping his limits, the words died in his throat.
Because there it was.
The dragon lord's smile.
Was that a smile? A smirk? A threat?
Who knows?
But it wasn't the kind of smile that invited comfort or mercy. It was the quiet, devastating amusement of someone very proud of the scene he was watching.
Kael's lips curved slightly, a faint show of satisfaction, subtle but heavy enough to make the air in the room shift. His golden eyes gleamed, the faintest trace of amusement hiding behind the regal calm that made him look even more dangerous.
