The Dragon Mistresses of Pus'i seek a new Sirelord.

Enjoy..

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Tlan kept himself busy on the big day, washing pots and scrubbing charred firepit masonry. Out of everyone else's way. The High Ladies were flustered, rushing about the keep and beating their lordly charges with handbags and parasols if they didn't keep up. Young princes and barons were lining up at attention as the High Ladies bent stiffly in their corseted gowns to peer into their eyes.

"I know my Vries will qualify. Look, not a speck of color. Black as night."

The women crowded around the princeling like cooing doves. Tlan quickly looked down at the grubby floor...