Add numbers to them, and the future of the continent is anyone's guess.
Best-case scenario? A new dragon monarchy arises.
Worst case? We all get wiped out. Some of them could be very extreme, after all.
A dragon monarchy.
Lyra thought to herself.
Dragons were something like myths or more accurately, legends. Their existence was a fact, but humans like her would most likely never even get a chance to see one.
Nothing could be certain, though. Perhaps she'd be privy to more secrets when she became the leader of the Cross family.
Just then, her younger sister spoke.
"Umm. Teacher?"
"Yes?"
Madame Cross responded, her tone flat but expectant.
"From what you've said… Lady Selaphiel marries her grandsons, right?"
"Yes."
The reply was quick, unbothered.
"So, is her partner selected from the main family or the branch family?"
