On the Royal balcony, King Dracos shifted uncomfortably on his seat, his eyes gleaming with a rare sight.
Anxiety.
King Dracos' fingers repeatedly tapped on the handle of his seat, and soon the other monarchs present on the balcony started to notice that something was wrong with the Frost Monarch who was supposed to be joyful, as he had secured the resources of all seven kingdoms to himself for the next ten years.
The first person to speak was Thomas, the Light Dragon Monarch.
"It seems there's something King Dracos knows that we don't," he voiced out in a neutral tone, yet a mischievous smirk tugged at the side of his handsome face.
Dracos ignored the Light Monarch. He was an old man, several hundred years old, and in his lifetime, he had come to realize that ignoring people did more good than harm.
Suddenly, another person chimed in as well. This time it was the Dragon Monarch of the just defeated Inferno Kingdom.
