The two exchanged warm glances, but their eyes soon turned indifferent. Today, they had business to discuss… Business that could potentially alter the fate of the Celestial Peaks and its innumerable residents.
"Did Joseph brief you about the matter?" Bahamut inquired, his eyes containing a hint of solemnity. Eleanor didn't mind and trotted towards his throne without mind for traditions or usual acts of paying respect.
Bahamut didn't resist, allowing his sole daughter to plop on the armrest of his throne. The act would normally be considered "sullying the dignity of the King Of Dragons," but within her clan, Eleanor's existence surpassed all law.
"Yep," replied Eleanor, rubbing her cheek against her father's stubble. Bahamut couldn't help but smile, caressing Eleanor's soft head of hair, careful not to mess up the intricately placed curls. "I was thinking we could further reduce the exclusivity of the Celestial Peaks."
Bahamut raised an eyebrow. "Explain."
