An immense pressure swept toward Roland, forcing him off the platform outside the door and back into the room.
"What? I thought you were a gold dragon. You're just a human!"
The mature beauty the dragon had transformed into looked utterly surprised.
"Who are you?" Roland asked warily.
"Listen carefully, little boy. I am the ruler of this Dragon Orb Dream Wallis, her supreme majesty, Queen Trina Feather Wallis Tiniara! Don't address me so rudely as 'you.' Kneel and speak to me with the proper attitude of someone serving his queen!"
Trina gave Roland a condescending glance, landed on the platform outside the door, and walked inside.
The overwhelming pressure drew closer.
Feeling the threat of an approaching, busty menace, Roland inwardly lamented his fate. I'm done for!
Such a huge, fierce green dragon, with such magnificent long legs.
One scissor squeeze from those, and his soul would surely fly straight to heaven.
Roland retreated another two steps and said with an awkward smile, "Miss... Miss Dragon, I'm a subject of Atrelin, not one of yours. Surely there's no need for such a grand display of respect?
"The sky is clear and the sun is shining. Why don't we sit down and have a nice chat? May I ask what business you had dragging me into this dream?"
"Smooth-talking little scoundrel." Trina spat, looking thoroughly displeased. "You ruined my plans. Don't you know that?"
"Ruined your plans?" Roland paused in surprise. "You're with the Tiniara Restoration Army?"
"The Tiniara Restoration Army? They're nothing but pawns in my hands," Trina said with a disdainful sneer.
"I thought someone had conspired with a gold dragon to sabotage my plans, but it turns out you're just a human. Hand over the treasure you use to transform into the Dragon Race, and your queen