Good. Miquella had been right, down to the last word. The plan could proceed smoothly... A gentle world would be born, and the price would be no more than a few fools.
With that thought in mind, Godwyn "wandered" around Leyndell. Many citizens noticed the Eldest Prince strolling through the city.
Leyndell was Godwyn's home, even though he did not often live there.
But of course, no one could gossip about him wandering around his own home.
The guards bowed their heads in greeting when they saw him; the attendants stepped aside to let him pass; the nobles greeted him with smiles plastered across their faces.
Godwyn nodded to each in return, walking at an unhurried pace, as though enjoying an ordinary afternoon.
And he truly was enjoying it.
Because afternoons like this might never come again.
Fortissax circled in the sky outside the city. The Ancient Dragon's body blocked out a small patch of sunlight, casting a shadow that swept over the walls and rooftops.
Several troublesome Flying Dragons were wreaking havoc on the outskirts. They knocked down barns, scattered flocks of sheep, and threw several nobles' estates into utter chaos.
Fortissax swooped down and sent the most brazen one flying with a swipe of a claw, then swept his tail sideways and knocked another out of the air.
An Ancient Dragon beating up Flying Dragons. The big bullied the small, the strong oppressed the weak, and the fight was entirely one-sided.
Fortissax did not even use his breath. Physical blows alone sent those Flying Dragons fleeing with their heads ducked.
In the end, they scattered with wails and vanished into the sky.
The nobles in the city clapped and cheered. At last, someone had put those beasts in their place.
But in the eyes of certain dragons, the