Tungsten had to hold his breath. Tyrann's sister was beautiful and gorgeous, a fine specimen herself. But she was a tease, and he was much older than her. He knew better than to fall into any situation like the one she was trying to butter him up for. "I am Tungsten the Frost, Son of the late Marino Rex and Queen Aquesa. Former Head Guard of Frozenflame Rex's forces. Now part of Tyrann Rex's Advisory Board," said Tungsten, bowing before the dragoness. He then righted his self up and looked over at Tyrann before looking around. "Nice place you have here, Your Majesty," he uttered. "It is a very exquisite decor." Estelle smiled, turning to look at Tyrann. "His manners and vocabulary are just.....mmmmhh!" she exclaimed. Her tail slid under Tungsten's chin slyly as she stared at him. "Tungsten the Frost...the name of a famous water and ice elemental dragon," she said.
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Blinking her eyes open, Lavana awoke to the crowding of ten to twelve guards, plus three more. "What the flint?" she asked, surveying her surroundings. Before she could move, she remembered the blow to her side. Lavana winced, looking at her side. It had been looked over and seen to by a medic, but it still hurt. "He could have killed me," she said. "You're right," said Danielle said. Lavana looked up at her. "You're lucky he spared your life, thief," growled Baird. Brutalius snarled at Lavana, causing her to shift back from the dragon. "Where is Tungsten?" she asked. "He's inside the throne room of Queen Estelle, Tyrann's sister," replied Danielle. Lavana's eyes bulged in shock. "Estelle? THE Estelle?" she asked, slowly rising. "Aye, that's what she said, lass," said Baird. Lavana shook her head. "That flirtatous lizard is bound to give Tungsten something if he's not careful," said Lavana, tapping her no-no zone.
Danielle, Baird, and even Brutalius were shocked. "You mean she's burning?" asked Danielle. Lavana scoffed. "Every known male dragon of the war has had a fly with her," growled the Torch Spy. "That's why she's a lesser royalty," she said.Â