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Kassiel ((No worries! We can work on this slowly between homework, ahaha
Apologies if this part is a little unpolished or confusing, it's terribly late where I am))
Ankarea sat up, unaware of the way her tail swished along the floor, back and forth, betraying her anxiety. She had never seen so many dragons in her cell--most of them she had never even met before. And she couldn't decide whether she liked or hated the way that this powerful skydancer--a foreigner?--looked at her. She watched the crimson-and-white dragon carefully, sensing the raw energy she exuded.
I'm not a "highness," she wanted to hiss, but the pregnant silence following Gracewing's purrs said it well enough for her.
Finally, with a bit of shuffling and clearing of her throat, Whisper withdrew a now-crumpled set of papers she had tucked under her wing.
"This is the reason why we invaded your privacy, my Queen," she said quietly, holding them up. She glanced at Gracewing before continuing. "The Gladehavens threaten to break our alliance if Ikelos isn't released from the dungeons."
The atmosphere in the room shifted dizzyingly as the two prisoners shifted, looking up at Amdiffyn. The Queen stood with her back straight as ever, no flicker of hope or fear crossing her expression.
"This would be best discussed with the Council," she said. "We can call a meeting, but I must first attend to Lady..."
"Three-quarters of the Council already
know--"
"What does it say about me?"
Ankarea's quiet voice somehow cut through the commotion, satin but defiant. She held her chin up as all heads in the room turned to look at her--and she glared directly at her mother. "What does it say about me?" she repeated. "Does Gladehaven care if Ikelos' daughter remains in prison to rot for crimes she had no part in?"
Just as Amdiffyn's carefully-kept guise of calm began to break, a sharp voice interrupted them all.
"
What is the meaning of this?"
Half the room jumped at the volume. At the top of the stairs, Vajra, the Lightning representative and head guard, cut a fearful silhouette against the light spilling in from the dungeon doorway. Fynzel's laughing eyes peeked out from under her outspread wings.
"This is unacceptable. Only the Queen was permitted in here. All of you must leave.
Now."
Gwydion was the first to obey, scampering up the stairs to disappear into the library, leaving Gracewing in the hands of more authoritative dragons. Vajra glared Amdiffyn out of the dungeon too. The massive ridgeback gave no notice of Gracewing, seeing her out with the rest before she planted herself in front of the dungeon door.
"After whatever politics you must attend to, my Queen, please send Fynzel to me for reprimand," the ridgeback growled after them. The masked coatl had already made his escape, presumably aware of the trouble he would be in for distracting the guard and letting the party into the dungeon.
The Queen left Whisper to regroup the Council before leading Gracewing up the tight spiral staircase to the floor of the palace which housed the living quarters and sitting rooms. "I am sorry that your first moments at Clan Fletching came to pass this way," she said, now returned to her formal mannerisms. "I will make certain that your first impression will not be the precedent for the remainder of your stay here. Now, would you care for tea in my chambers? Or would you prefer to get settled in your own accommodations?"
The skydancer didn't like leaving the timing of the decision on the Gladehavens up to a foreign ambassador... but she also wanted to make certain that Gracewing saw that she was not so ruled by her emotions that she would put off such an important visitor for the sake of her consort.