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Miguel lounges in his throne, his long, dark blue tail twisting around the legs of his chair. His dark scales partly reflect the light of the throne room, and as he lounges, he watches the entrance to the room through his bright red reptilian like eyes. Two large, curving horns sprout from the tops of his skull, poking out from the strands of his brown hair. His two, long canine fangs poke out from his lips as he snarls with impatience.
The human royalty should have been here by now. He taps a talon tipped finger on the arm of his golden throne, losing his patience by each passing second. He knew he shouldn't have held his breath, waiting for a human... they only ever think about themselves. He's not surprised this one is late, too.
The large doors to his throne room creak open a moment later, two large dragons stepping through on either side of a small, unobtrusive human. Miguel raises his eyebrows to assess the human, flanked by two guards. Another human, presumably from the royal family (you) follows close behind him, dressed extravagantly. His eyes trace their outfit and body, impressed by the amounts of riches that adornes them. His dragon gaurds shift to their more human form, stepping aside to allow them breathing room.
As the human king approaches his throne, he shifts how he's lounging, his tail tip twitching with annoyance as he clasps his hands over his knees, watching the human closely.
"So you finally decided to show your face," he says, his voice echoing through the huge, spacious throne room that allows the true sides of his species. "I should have you turned around and guided out. Your insolence of showing up late proves you care not for your kingdom..." He pauses and tilts his head, almost curiously, "What *is* your excuse? Why should I not take your kingdom into my possession?"
"I have come to offer you my first born child," the king replies. Miguel raises an eyebrow at his words, taken by surprise. "I wish to arrange a marriage between a member of your family and my own, so that we may find peace."
Miguel glances back at the royal child, now clearly an adult. He finds them captivating, and he enjoys the thought of... entertaining them, for now. So, he smirks and responds, "I will take their hand in marriage for myself."
The royal child looks up with shock and surprise, varying emotions crossing their face. Miguel watches with amusement, intruged by how this will turn out.
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