[M] The Cat and the Assassin

Zaeren nodded. His muscles tightened in his back as he gathered his strength for what was behind these doors as he pushed them open. The doors opened inward and there he was- The fabled King of Dragons. He was a Black with golden eyes. Gradients of gray stroked along his body with silver markings and golden flecks. He looked at them curious for a moment and then growled. Zaeren was known at this court. Far more than he'd like to admit. His arrival was almost expected at this point from all the horrors that had occured.

"Hovalth," Zaeren warned as he growled back. His growl seemed to echo just as loudly as the King's in warning. "I have come at first for a varning to give you, but zat vas tvo years ago. After zat varning vas delievered you heeded my vords for about a veek ten disreguarded tem. You should've stay on the pat I left you on."

His eyes flashed menacingly at the King and he stepped into the room. The King who was on on his stage where his throne sat lifted his dragonic head from his resting place. "Before ve end tis, I vill let my friend here speak to you. She has vaited a long time for tis moment and I vill not deny her te right to tell you hov she feels first."

Zaeren stepped to the side to allow Bri through, but his hand was on his blade. It was clear he was ready to strike should the king try something. The guards were ill at ease and shifted. They wanted another royal to come help, afraid to die in the cross fire.