Like a mirage, everything faded and Godfrey found himself still sitting.
"I'll go speak to her." Godfrey said, then vanished. Just then, the door opened, revealing the elegant figure whose draconic eyes gleamed faintly.
As she walked into the hall, the Chief Alchemist's voice rang. "Mother of dragons, to what do we owe this visit?"
Isolde bowed. "First, I'm grateful to all of you for bringing me back to life."
"Why bow?" An Alchemist tilted his head.
"I swore an oath." Isolde replied.
"The oath you swore was to the king, not us. Though, your relationship with him is rather… peculiar."
"Peculiar?" Isolde raised an eyebrow. She didn't fancy the tone the Alchemist used.
"A dragon and a man. Across all worlds, none has a history of this sort of tale being told. There might be no fruit from this relationship." All the Alchemists spoke in unison.
Their combined voices could make one fall on their knees, trembling violently but Isolde's face darkened, her eyes gleaming dangerously.
