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her kinsmen were rude idiots!
    “Again, Reinholdt, you wanted to see me or someone from Dark Plains?” the dragon pushed. It was obvious his patience was running out. Well, obvious to anyone with sense.
    “Nay. Not me, dragon. The Beast made that request.”
    The Beast? Her father was introducing her as The Beast?
    If she thought she could get away with killing them all and razing the land they all stood upon—she’d do it in less than a heartbeat.
    “And may I meet The Beast?” the dragon countered.
    Dagmar stepped forward, but Valdís grabbed the back of her dress and held her in place.
    “Off!” she ordered.
    “You’ll wait,” he snarled.
    “You sure about that, dragon?” her father asked, and she knew now he was toying with the creature. And he had the nerve to wonder where she got her attitude from.
    “Yes,” the dragon grumbled. “I am.”
    Her father must have motioned for her, because her brother released her gown and the soldiers protecting the front of the fortress moved out of her way. Dagmar walked outside, across the courtyard, and through the main gates. Her father’s guards formed two lines, allowing her to pass. Dagmar walked up to the magnificent being. He glinted gold in the dull light of the two suns, each scale shiny and bright. He was like a bit of a sun himself, bringing a small amount of light to her world. His wings stretched out from his body. They, too, were covered in scales, but the wings seemed somehow weightless and fine, like the most exquisite metal ever created. The tip of each wing had a sharp, gold talon, and there were gold talons on each claw. Two bright white horns sat atop his head and long, shiny gold hair fell across his back and down his body, brushing gently against the ground. Beautiful gold eyes focused on her as soon as she stepped closer to him.
    She’d had her greeting all ready for him. The words—a
proper
greeting for so important a diplomat—on her lips, but she couldn’t speak. Not once she saw him.
    In all her thirty years nothing so beautiful had ever crossed her path.
    When Dagmar feared she’d embarrass herself by her silence, she finally found her voice and opened her mouth to speak. But the words stopped in her throat again.
    Only this time they stopped … because he was laughing. At her.
    It wasn’t mere laughter either. Not a muffled sound behind his claw. Nor a brief snort of disbelief. These were things she experienced on a daily basis and had grown quite used to. No.
    This overgrown …
child
was rolling around on the ground like he’d never seen anything more amusing than she. Massive dragon legs and arms flailed while his guffaws echoed over the courtyard and around the countryside.
    Some scaly lizard was laughing at her! The only daughter of The Reinholdt! And he was having this moment on Reinholdt land, no less!
    Any awe and admiration Dagmar had were wiped clean in that moment, and she felt that distinct coldness she hid so well from outsiders. It swept through her like ice from an avalanche. The men behind her began to murmur amongst themselves, feet shuffled, and her father cleared his throat. A few times. It wasn’t the dragon that made them uncomfortable. Not directly anyway.
    Dagmar waited until his laughter turned into chuckles. “Are you done?” she asked, keeping her voice even.
    “Sorry, uh … Beast.” It snorted out another laugh.
    “Dagmar will do. Dagmar Reinholdt. Thirteenth child of The Reinholdt and his only daughter. I asked your queen here,” she continued, “because I have news that may save her life and the lives of her unborn whelps.”
    The dragon’s expression of humor quickly changed to a scowl. Apparently it did not appreciate the term she’d used, but she was past caring. All her dreams of building an allegiance with the Blood Queen faded as soon as that woman sent this
idiot
to represent her. No, Dagmar would have to find other allegiances for her father. The Blood Queen of Dark Plains simply would