Archer turned around only to see a sight he never expected to see. Ophelia was standing there, wearing overalls and a thick coat, wrapped in a winter cloak. Her purplish/black hair was tied into a messy bun with random strands of locks hanging in front of her face, making her look beautiful.
The older woman's violet eyes narrowed as she continued. ''You look older, more mature than the boy I met all those years ago.''
''Life happens, I control a worldwide empire, have children, and grown up, Ophelia,'' he replied, a charming smile crossing his face.
''So I've heard, the great White Dragon Emperor bringing life and happiness to the people,'' she quipped. ''All Draconians worship you like a god; it becomes irritating after hearing your name constantly.''
''Something wrong with it?'' he asked, eyebrow rose.
