“I fear no Dragon, so I hold no more concern for Chimera or Fenthri. I will sing the song she wishes to hear and she will thank me for it. Then I will have my army.” Arianna rolled her eyes and pushed down the door handle. Loathing seared through her veins and she did little to temper it. She had come up to the Dragon’s world, allowed herself to be bare before strangers and treated like a simpleton. She had to draw a line somewhere. “Your song will fall flat, I fear, since I have heard the truth of its melody,” Arianna seethed by means of greeting.
