"You!" Frederick's voice boomed across the clearing, commanding the attention of all present. His tone was a mix of authority and a dangerous calm, one that promised consequences should his forthcoming questions find unsatisfactory answers.
"Explain yourself. Why does a demon's aura surround you? And why do you hold my daughter in such a state?"
Facing the powerful draconic aura, Mikel was absolutely overwhelmed. He was already prepared for this and yet there was nothing he could do. He could only stand still in obedience in front of such a mighty power.
But that didn't mean he was going to give up just yet. He was already prepared to go to any length today and he was not taking no for an answer. He stared back at the draconic king despite his entire being threatening to disperse under the weight of the aura.
He then opened his mouth and with great difficulty answered. "I am your daughter's mate."
