Morgana leapt from her chair, her eyes narrowing as she glared at me. "How utterly audacious of you to propose that we become your subservient! Do not overestimate your worth, and remember your place, you insignificant little creature!"
"Sit down! Where do you think you are right now? Either maintain a semblance of decorum or remove yourself from the meeting room," said the middle aged draganians sitting beside the elderly male.
The older gentleman cleared his throat, drawing the attention of those seated at the table. Reactions varied; some were visibly uncomfortable, while others seemed to find amusement in the situation. Among them was a striking woman with golden hair, gray-blue eyes, and shimmering golden wings. A sly smirk played on her lips as she cast a glance at Morgana, hinting at a history of rivalry between the two.
"Don't you have something better to do, Kiara," Morgana said to the other female.
