Still, no matter how lethal he was, he was kin now. The Dracarae would have a kingdom. This she had no doubt of, with Balerion leading. She paused, then shrugged and swept herself into the sky. After losing sons and a daughter plus an adopted daughter and her mate, Irina’s view was that she didn’t have much left to lose, and besides-Balerion’s Dracarae army, no matter how tiny it could be, would win whatever skirmish he was planning. She almost pitied the current, usurping monarchs of the homeland that had now become her own.
The sapphire dragoness arrived at the meeting place, perching in a tree to hear Balerion’s speech. She didn’t think many of them had noticed her, but she would almost certainly be recognizable to them. She was the dethroned queen of Nightingale, a hated woman. And she saw Estelle, the green dragon who had stayed in Nightingale beneath Cato. She was Balerion’s own sister, and by the way she’d addressed the lass with scales of palest blue, she might have discovered a sister-but Irina’s eyes had never before alighted on that girl. As Balerion concluded his speech, she tipped her head in amusement at his anger and deference to him.
"THERE IS NO MIDDLE GROUND!" Alistair - Mother of Rambaldi, Marigold, Pyro, Kruam, & Kára & Enif, Sergei, Polaris, Zoya, & Ksenia - Nadia
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