Karl had nearly an hour to mingle and consider his fate before the doors to the room opened once more, and King Lukas came in with Princess Rue at his side.
Mildred followed a few seconds later, as was proper for a Consort, but she went straight to Cara, who was teaching her daughter how to pick up juice glasses in her jaws, since her coordination was not well suited to holding cups in her claws.
"What are you teaching my daughter? She does not need to learn how to do shots in dragon form." Mildred complained.
"They're juice." Cara replied calmly, while the nearby dragons laughed.
The little one nodded, then tipped her head back and poured the glass of juice down her throat, burped, and passed out.
"See, all good. Though, the fact that she doesn't get a sugar rush is a bit disappointing. I was looking forward to a hyper hatchling." She added.
Mildred sighed as she carefully took the child back from Cara, and extricated the cup from the sleeping dragon's jaws.
