Once Lord Davenlow left the room, Terix gasped and covered his face with his hands. "I can't believe how fast this happened. And that he dared to spit all that in my face! What will happen next?"
Drake silently sheathed his blade and walked to the window. As the elderly man walked towards his carriage, he could see his anxious stride. "Lord Davenlow will go from province to province, speaking with each noble family. He will gather an army, which will then swarm to the Golden Draconian Palace."
"How can you be so calm about this?" Terix asked, his body crashing helplessly onto the armchair's backrest. "This can mean the beginning of the end of our dynasty. We don't have an army to defend Giza and the palace since the Draconians always relied on their dragon powers."
