Dejire the Draconic Queen's Unease, Turmoil on the Katze Plains

Upper Fire Month, July 23rd.

Early morning.

In the Royal Capital of the Draconic Kingdom, before the Sun had risen, the entire nation was shrouded in darkness. Sparse stars hung in the night sky, giving off a faint glow.

The bedroom was quite luxurious, though not particularly large.

A four-poster bed made from four white waxwood pillars occupied the center of the wall-side area. Delicate floral reliefs were carved across its surface.

Several layers of soft, exquisite blankets and mattresses covered the bed.

The rest of the bedroom was occupied by several enormous bookshelves stretching from the floor to the vaulted ceiling, taking up a full third of the room.

Beneath the shelves stood a movable, carved spiral ladder for retrieving documents and books whenever needed.

"—Mmph."

A faint groan came from the lavish bed, as though the figure lying upon it was trapped in some nightmare.

With a rustle.

The fine, thin blanket was thrown aside.

A beautiful figure sat up from the wooden bed, drawing deep breaths of the slightly stuffy air in the bedroom.

Her smooth black hair slipped down over her shoulders. Her thin, lace-patterned nightgown was slightly damp with sweat, revealing a dramatic curve at her chest that would make any woman jealous.

"Another nightmare?"

Dejire the Draconic Queen raised a hand and gently brushed aside the smooth black hair before her face. Her complexion was somewhat pale as she muttered to herself.

For some reason.

She had been feeling restless lately, even suffering nightmares for several days in a row.

Clearly, everything within the Draconic Kingdom was improving. After the assistance from the Werewolf Troops last time, the neighboring Beastman Kingdom should not have dared invade again anytime soon.

She lightly shook her head.

Dejire the Draconic Queen lifted the blanket covering her legs.