"Any favour are you sure about this?" Nox asked skeptically, unable to take the king's words seriously. If the latter had promised him one favor, it would have been more believable. However, he wasn't offering just one—he was offering three.
Wasn't he afraid of what Nox might ask for?
As if reading his thoughts, King Dracos Frostpire cleared his throat and said in a composed yet firm voice, "Of course, there are some specific favors you're not allowed to ask for. For example, you can't ask to be the King of Dragons."
"What if I actually wanted that?" Nox cut in, his eyes narrowing.
"Well…" The dragon king hesitated before speaking in a clear tone. "Naturally, we wouldn't agree to such a request."
What Nox had said was enough to enrage any other dragon king if they had heard it, but King Dracos Frostpire had a clear head on his shoulders. In fact, despite his battle-crazed nature, he was one of the most rational kings.
