"Protect the barony, protect the people. And if anyone tries to cause trouble—" he looked directly into those intelligent eyes "—you have my permission to make them regret it. Thoroughly."
The Drake's lips pulled back, revealing rows of teeth designed to tear through armor and bone. If Jolthar didn't know better, he'd swear she was grinning.
The sound of approaching footsteps made both of them turn.
Cleora and Nora emerged from the villa, Cleora carrying a sealed letter and Nora dressed in her traveling gear, clearly preparing for departure.
"Telling her to stay in the capital?" Nora asked with amusement, watching Jolthar scratch under Maelruth's jaw again.
"No, I was just telling her some things."
"And we've reached an understanding," Jolthar replied.
"She takes care of you, and I will treat her to lots of meat when I return."
