Out of the corner of her eye, Seras glanced at her mother.
Kirina had declared that she wanted to help her daughter get dressed and the vampire dragon could not find words to refuse her.
While the two were certainly not enemies, their mother daughter relationship had long been eroded over the course of several centuries.
This was the first time in over 500 years that the two had even been in the same room together.
"Are you nervous, my daughter? Your husband is about to become king of an entire race, and you one of it's queens." Kirina delicately draped a thin black veil over her daughter's shoulders and stepped back to admire her outfit.
Seras wore a ravishing black dress with a deep cut down the center that exposed her cleavage and muscled abdomen.
The dress was cut at an angle at the bottom so that her pure white legs and large tail could both breathe freely without any sort of restraint.
