"Princess Clance, why have you not returned after all this time?" One of the dragonic men asked. There were four of them, three male, and one female. The female had already locked eyes with Blake, who nodded his head at her causing her to blush. He was hoping he could use the girl to make sure things did not get too far out of line.
"Hmm?" Clance looked at the young dragonic man who spoke and snorted: "Where does a useless trash like you get the guts to question what I do? I should be asking you why you are out here away from the clan?"
The dragonic male face turned sour. He hated the royal family for the way they treated those under them. He looked at his companions and frowned even more when the female of the group was smiling at the man standing there with a child in his arms. When his eyes fell on Blake, they were filled with killing intent. "Oi…. Trash, you dare try to hit on my woman?"
