Chapter 50 - chapter 30: Castlic Islaric Dragonar

"M'lord, the coronation starts in two days. What type of materials would you like in the robe you will wear?" Soma asks, a black scaled dragon he had never seen before, standing at her side. Faizure enjoys it here, sure. But he has to leave before the coronation or he'll probably be stuck here forever. Playing along, he answers. "Silk with gold strands and fey embroidery." He says, trying to remember the robe his brother always wore before he died. "Magnificent. I'll have it ordered." She says, closing the door behind her and leaving the dragon to stand guard. If he has to escape, it has to happen now.