Both the teenage heir and Vorian froze completely solid, their heads snapping toward the cluster of snow-covered pine trees.
Roxy marched out, her dark fur cloak billowing behind her. Her face was flushed a brilliant, furious shade of scarlet, her brilliant green eyes narrowed into lethal slits filled with wrath.
Directly behind her, towering like a massive, deeply embarrassed shadow, walked Zarek. The Dragon King had his arms crossed, his golden eyes pointedly avoiding the gaze of his subordinate.
"Mother!" Drax gasped, his green eyes blowing incredibly wide. He scrambled backward until his boots hit the heavy wooden door of his new quarters.
"My Queen!" Vorian instantly dropped into a salute, the cold sweat on his forehead suddenly freezing in the wind.
"Do not 'My Queen' me!" Roxy snapped, stomping directly up the wooden steps. She pointed a perfectly trembling finger directly at the wooden floorboards. "Both of you. On your knees. Right now."
