The windows were custom-made artifacts by Leonardo, worth tens of thousands of gold. The magical glass allowed those inside to see out, but not the reverse, a feature that was sure to delight the ladies of the capital.
Inside, a plush chair was set up for Miaomiao, while Marcus had his portable nest—a luxurious creation lined with gold-threaded brocade. True to his dragon nature, Marcus lounged in his nest, clutching gemstones from his recent spoils in his claws as he dozed off. Watching him, Miaomiao clicked her tongue.
[What a lazy dragon. Hey! Wake up, will you?]
Startled by Miaomiao's prodding, Marcus groggily opened his eyes. [What is it now, sister? Do you need something?]
[Ha! All you do is eat and sleep. You're no different from a baby chick. Why don't we just call you 'Peep'?]
[Call me whatever you want, sister. Just know that if anyone else tries, they'll be my next meal.]
